From the dreams of Beriadanwen

[janestarz]

Beriadanwen opened her eyes. The canopy above her was still shadowed, the darkness clinging to the trees. Something stirred, and it had awoken her, but the sentries were silent.
She slid from her blankets and checked her surroundings. The sleeping mounds of Anarquendor were utterly silent, and a mist rolled around their shapes. Her footsteps stirred the white tendrils, and she knew.

I am still dreaming

She knew there was no danger here. Bereklauw warded the world of dreams, and perhaps not even he could come here. She didn't know if her dreams were in his realm or not, but she'd never seen him in her dreams like she'd seen others.

Her feet moved of her own accord, and when she looked down she saw her armour had gone and her boots were off. The earth was cold and clammy between her bare toes, and the hem of her robe stirred the mist and leaves on the ground.

I know you are here

She felt a presence behind her, and she turned. Underneath a huge oak tree he was wrapped in darkness, but she could feel his eyes on her. He stirred when her gaze touched his, one foot stepping back. Then his gaze focused elsewhere. Beriadanwen turned to see.

Amras.

He had an arrow cocked to his bow, the hood of his cloak up and when she looked at him, he nodded once. "Captain."
The sound of his voice was so familiar, it wrenched at her heart. She nodded at him.

You are in Her Grove

Her voice was a whisper, in this world where it didn't belong. She was not ready to be here, and her spirit only touched this world for a moment. But he was as solid as the oak tree she had seen, as real as the dew clinging to the grass. "Thank you, Captain."

She has taken you to Her breast, so that you may know peace. It is not I you should thank.

"But you believed in me. All of you did." Amras said. There was resignation in his eyes, a calm peace.
Beriadanwen touched her cheek, catching a tear there.
"I will watch over you still." Amras said. The mist rose up around him, and swallowed his form. For a moment, Amras was not alone, but the shape of his brothers were with him in the mist.
And then he was gone.

Beriadanwen turned around, facing the oak once more, but it was no longer a strong oak that stood there, it was a willow tree. Its branches hung motionless and dew glistened on the leaves in the twilight of the dream.
Blue eyes from a hooded shape underneath.

I only wished you to be with Her. To know Her peace.

Then the mist swallowed the Waywatcher as well and Beriadanwen was alone once more. Tears rolling down her cheeks, she hummed a song and waited until the mist would take her, but instead the dream slowly faded into darkness and she was back asleep...

Comments

[nathreee.livejournal.com]

brings a tear to my eyes too...

[kenshinichinyo.livejournal.com]

Sterk spul, die Fisherman's friends... *snirf*