The dark sea

[Thalia]

"What can you learn about the man who created it?"
She spoke curiously, but with no burning desire for an answer. The arch subdued her, truth told. She was not afraid; there was even a snaking fondness when she cast her eyes on it. The bubbles of memory popping against the surface of her thoughts rang with warning, though, and she couldn't quite put her finger on the cause. It was distracting. Almost like she was expecting to be chastised! But for what? And from whom?

Nimeda's expression crumpled into a frown. She rubbed at her face, swirling around the headachy thoughts like she hoped to displace them.

She glanced at Mara, wondering if Jon's sneaky words would make a mark, then lost her train of thought with a blink. She ought to pull them away from the arch, or at least deflect the tone of conversation, but her motivations were too slippery to catch. She couldn't quite decide what bothered her, so for now she held her tongue; an unusual display of self control. If Jon was interested in someone's dreams, why did he not simply find them? He must know he could.