The Dreaming
Aisling~ Sionainn shakes his head at Sol, “Frankly, that is not possible. Even on the rare occasions that a human spirit discovers the dreaming, they do not maintain their faculties. Should you manage to make it there, you wouldn’t even remember yourself to help.” Sol’s smile is dry, eyes critically evaluating everyone else within the room for a long moment. He seems to choose his words carefully, “It is a good thing that I am not human then.” Sionainn’s eyebrows raise, he looks to me. I shrug. I had only just learned of Sol’s identity, but even then, it is not my secret to tell. The only thing I’d told Sionainn was that Sol was a friend who knew of the wolves. He then looks to Cian, who is now studying Sol carefully. After a thoughtful sound, Sionainn looks back to Sol, “I do not wish
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