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Chapter 8

Sweet Dreams
Added Sun Jun 7 22:12:39 2020 at level 51:

She steped backward into the foliage and faded from view, then recited
the now familiar words to the spell that would slow her movements and
bring relief to her exhausted mind. Feeling safe enough to rest, she
curled up in a fetal position and let her eyes slide closed. The dream
came to her almost immediately: a gnome and an elf sitting in a meadow
having a picnic. Just as quickly the urge arose within her to peck
their eyes out; to sink her teeth into their tendons; to savage them
with her claws. To taste their blood hot on her tongue.

So strong was the urge that it awakened her from her slumber. Stepping
forward with her right foot, she sprouted wings and took to the air
before it ever touched the ground. She knew who it was the dream
referred to, and she knew what it was she was going to do. Collaborate
with defilers? How dare he even suggest it. The sound of her own
heartbeat thundered in her ears as she pumped her massive wings even
faster, slicing through the air on an intercept course with her quarry.

He would flee from her, eventually, the gnome. She was disappointed,
but the point had been made. Discussing the matter later, with Jormyr,
she committed to not let the free folk become complacent. Stale. Weak.
So too she committed to speak with the Imperial priest Fardrin, another
chosen of the deity's. The prospect of restraining herself in the
presence of a minotaur, and an Imperial Citizen to boot, made bile rise
up in the back of her throat, but she knew she would endure it. Jormyr
said this priest had wisdom to share, and she would have it. One way
of another.