“Well?” He said, the impatience of youth shining through the calm and patient adult face that stood before her.
“We wait, and watch,” she answered. “This is a dream, not reality. Our path will be shown clearly to us, and all we do is follow it.”
Almost as soon as she stopped speaking, a wagon rolled past at a pace that was a bit too slow for the team attached to it. The street was wide open leading up to the market, and despite the people crowding the way the wagon could have moved faster. She followed the wagon without thinking. Moving wide of the route taken by the man at the reins, she looked ahead to see what was keeping the speed down. There was one person loping ahead at a fair pace for somebody that walked, and she recognised him. It was Lorn. He was being followed by the wagon an
