First Sleep in the Bed

(Written in Sylvan, the handwriting beautiful, strong and elegant, on a beautiful sheet of paper)
 
 
I slept wonderfully—dreamlessly soft, rested, strong, and free of all pain. I believe Alizée is not yet awake, so I have a little time to write these lines.
We have sealed Dibarra once more… Sadly, I had to send two of the shadow children onward. I did not feel their souls had truly passed beyond, nor that they remained behind—I think I was simply too weak to pierce the Veil. Yet more importantly, I can remember the Dhakira now, and my invitation… that mystical moment with—perhaps one of the Seven Weavers of Twilight? “She who brings to this house the words that have traveled far.” The veiled lady in shades of obsidian and violet dusk. I should speak with the others—the “Named and Nameless,” my friends—and ask what they make of it.
But back to yesterday, and Dibarra:
Once he was sealed and the children and their parents freed from their chains, my senses sharpened beyond anything I had ever experienced. Undead, fiends, celestials—I could feel their presence, and objects tainted by unholy echoes. Almost all of us bore a faint aura of undeath; I blame the shadows for this. It could not be Aura’s doing, even though she is clearly undead—she truly does not act against my Lady’s design. That realization comforts me greatly.
And then there is Yuri… What am I to make of him? How should I deal with such a being? He is no mortal man—a blend of fiend and celestial. Which way will the current pull him? As a child of Ravenia—gods, I had hoped never to hear that name again. It is hardly a common one…—devils—and Balthasar, the risen fallen one, the silver coin tossed into the air falling forever…
I was too weary last night to confront him. But that time will come. His trident, too, is truly unhallowed.
But I digress—I’ve no idea how long Alizée will sleep, and I don’t wish to keep her waiting in her own home.—
We found magical things: a Water-Fur, a blue heart, an emerald mirror, a crystal brooch, a warm triangular pouch, and a lovely little flask.
I took the heart and the Water-Fur—they felt… peculiar.
We agreed to meet again at the Silver Calling and slowly remembered our way back to the waking world. I found myself once more in Alizée’s shop. Her friend and assistant, Dilya, was terrified—understandably so, given my appearance after last night. Anyone would be startled to see me thus… though striking me with a towel felt somewhat inhospitable, especially considering my half-dead condition. Thankfully, Alizée came to my rescue, calming her and explaining the situation. I apologized several times, but Dilya seemed far too shaken to remember even the simplest manners—a pity. I had imagined such refinement was common here.
Something has been left outside my room…?
 
Written by Oro'thion
 
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