Noctivagant

[Patricus I]

He tried to push through, but it was as futile as walking through the walls of St. Petersburg. The harder he pushed, the edges of everything began to melt away. The shadowy cave blurred streaks of green. Gleams of light burst, blinding, before being smothered again. His whole being pushed until he thought he may scream with the effort. Then a fresh essence washed over and everything swirled. Three walls pushed in around him and three arms tore at him. Weariness crawled deep within like the fraying of fibers before cloth was torn. There was no room for himself, much less for terror, and all released in a flash.

A slip underfoot and a warmth bloomed on his head. An untethering released him peacefully adrift. The warmth encircled his brow like a crown and his eyes slid low. He reached out to stabilize himself, but wasn’t sure what he grabbed.


[[Mara's still holding him in the dream so he didn't wake up when he probably should have. And those rocks are slippery!]]