Daniel placed his arm on Seiken's elbow, both to steady himself against the nausea, and to prevent his friends from acting impulsively. Daniel had climbed to great heights upon the back of a wyrm, but here he could scarcely draw a satisfying breath.
“Identify yourselves!” A figure demanded, his eyes traversing the surface of the staff Daniel was using to support his weight. He studied them each critically, noticing only this one figure was affected by their altitude.
“You will take me to my property this instant,” Seiken growled. He knew little of the Moirai, but they like all other creatures dreamt, and their desire within the dream was to have the brightest plumes, similar to those of the figure before him. By this alone Seiken knew the figure to be a man of standing. “I am heir to Cry
