I’ve top[ed 10,000 words. I’ma fifth of the way to my target. I won’t say today was easy, but the words took me with them for quite a while. 1500 words that came easier than I had expected, then a top-up before bed. I’m starting to get to the good parts.
“Welcome back, Tala.”
Tala’s blood runs cold in her veins. “How do you know me?”
The old woman laughs, like crackling leaves. “Tala, child, always so many questions. I’ve been expecting you some time now.”
Tala examines the woman. She’s very old, maybe 250 years, judging by her wrinkles and the whiteness of the thick rope of hair that falls to her waist.
“Why am I here?”
“You came here, child. You brought yourself here.” The old woman seems to grow younger, her hair darkens and skin smooths.
“I can’t remember coming here.” Tala feels something heavy and cold in her hand. She looks down, and sees her Arbiter’s crest. “I’m dreaming.”
“Dreaming?” the woman cackles, aging again before Tala’s eyes. “Of course, child! You are indeed dreaming. It took you long enough to find me.”
A chill of terror grips Tala. She has not dreamed this clearly since before she was an Apprentice. To sit across a table from a dream-character and have a conversation as clear as hers with Verin only a few hours before is unsettling, to say the least.
“Who are you?”