Ira
“Fair maiden?” Ira frowned, trying to recollect what she had been reading in the book. Was she dreaming of what she had just read? But she couldn't recollect reading anything about the boat.
The ship rocked and her footing stumbled, so she caught hold of Remus’ arm. “I am sorry. I am a little out of my element here. Why does my dream appear so real? And why am I not able to wake up?”
“Because it isn’t a dream. This is my story, unfolding within the pages of the book! My vision had suggested that the fair maiden would be very smart. Is this what you call smartness in your world?” He asked her while he allowed her to hold on to him. He looked genuinely puzzled.
“Give me a break, old man! This has never happened to me before and I have known no one else to get into a story like this!
