During the night, Ayla had the recurring dream she had before of fire, fur, and blood, but this time there was screams and shouts, making the dream feel all the more real. Nothing about the dream made sense to her, but when she thought about the dreams she had growing up about her father coming for her, she couldn’t help but worry about what this dream would mean.
She really needed to speak with someone about these dreams. Maybe she would speak with Elder Iymbryl about it or maybe her father would know of someone who could interpret them.
Due to her restlessness, getting ready for breakfast the next morning was slow going and seemed to take much longer than normal.
When Ayla stepped out of her door to go down to breakfast, she felt as if her heart nearly stopped seeing Thorin directly
