atalie Poole.
My dream zoomed in on the maple-haired girl as she leaned against the railing of a balcony overlooking a courtyard full of people. Some were carrying backpacks. Others sat at tables in the shade of a lovely pergola. A few chatted away by a fountain in the center of the courtyard, which encircled a lone statue of a man holding up a scroll. It was simple, but it had a powerful presence.
Opposite Natalie’s balcony was another just as grand. There were several balconies protruding from the building overlooking the courtyard. The structure was modeled in the shape of a U. Immense iron lanterns with gold colored glass hung from majestic archways on the lowest level of each side. The regal setting reminded me of Lady Agnue’s.
Over the years I’d dreamed about Natalie more than any
