Whisper of dreams

Miraye was still trying to keep her body calm from intense shock. Not only had she been running but was drained of necessary energy. Her eyes hung low while her hair clung to her sweat-stricken face. She was exhausted. She had just come back from the dead and already was up on her legs on rampage again.

But at least they had a job now.

The sorceress reached out her arms and her body trembled from more exertion it was going through. Even a single task like that pained every nerve in her and she winced while she grasped for the broom. But as her body shook, Tic stopped her and put his hand on hers, slowly placing her arm back to her side. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised but he shook his head. She was still moving even though it was obvious she needed rest.

He helped her sit and asked the bartender for some water. Miraye’s mouth opened to protest but Tic hushed her. “You’ve done too much already. It’s my turn to help.”

She watched Tic take the broom and start sweeping with the sharp sounds of crunching glass scraping against the floor. Soon after the tender came back and placed the glass of water before her. “This’ll be coming out of your pay,” he muttered and turned around to go back polishing the mugs. Miraye tediously outstretched her shaking arms and closed her fingers around the glass. She carefully brought it to her lips while the water jerked from the rim and unto her lap. It felt cold and it sent a chill up her spine as well as pain. She drank slowly, inhaling at the same time. She felt completely drained and terribly needed sleep.

Miraye slipped her arms on the table and her upper half of her body slid followed. She crossed her elbows and rested her head, closing her eyes. She had been dizzy for a bit and this wasn’t helping due to the uncomfortable position. Her mind faded back into that cold castle, her head resting upon a soft pillow while a gentle breeze blew by. The room, filled with the familiar warmth as Seryale came and kissed her goodnight before venturing out to finish some business he had to attend to. She missed those times.

Not completely, though. Seryale. That bastard.

You lie to yourself.

And yet another thought came up. Had she just conjured her powers without loosing control back in that alley? Strange. Usually letting a spell occur made her loose all thought and fall into darkness before realizing what she had really done. Even when she lunged herself at Larkin, a part of her was tucked away and hidden.

Did she really find the key to conjuring her powers at will?

I hope so…

With last thought, she slipped away into sleep.