Tarrian stood up and looked at him, his tail wagging. ‘Didn’t you feel the way we went into Menedrion’s Nexus, and the way we hunted, searched it?’ Briefly, Antyr was there again, amid the whirling splendour. ‘The clarity, the speed, the effortlessness,’ Tarrian declaimed. ‘How could I not be excited. How could you not be excited?’
‘Very easily,’ Antyr said. ‘Have you forgotten where it landed us? Or more correctly, me? In some strange place beyond... outside... the dream. Alone, separated from the dreamer and apart from you? It scared me witless, that’s how I can’t be excited.’
‘But you survived,’ Tarrian said breathlessly. ‘You drew me to you, just as you did last night. You protected the dreamer and you routed your attackers.’
‘But I don’t know how!’ Antyr said in some anguish.
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