Esme had never felt so well rested in her life. Her dreams had been empty not in an unsettling sort of way but, in a way that was almost peaceful. A feeling she definitely was not accustomed to. Her whole body was warm and as she slowly woke she felt as if she were floating, drifting between the dream world and reality. Her limbs felt heavy, weighed down by an unseen force. She knew in the back of her mind that fact alone should have terrified her, was she tied up? Had she been captured? For whatever reason she could not even bring herself to care. The only thing she really knew for sure was she was the most comfortable she had ever been in her life, she would have been content staying wherever she was for as long as the Goddess would allow.
"Esmeralda," a familiar voice called to her in
