There is a boy with dark hair and dark eyes in the courtyard, practicing some ritual under the careful observation of two adults. (She both knows and does not know the purpose behind the ritual. It is both familiar and unfamiliar. She does not yet know she is dreaming.) Teren hears words in a language she doesn’t understand. She is the one speaking them. “Is that him?” she hears herself ask. It startles her–this voice she’s speaking with is deeper. She is not herself, in this dream. “How far along is he coming in his training?”
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