Meanwhile, Ceroill sat and read, or tried to. He found, now that he had some time to sit and be still, that his head throbbed. Not wanting to move, and make it worse, he laid his head against the chair back, and closed his eyes.

He had found that, through Oberon, he could hear clearly what was going on below, and that the owl was coming upstairs. When he tried to concentrate on the link, his head hurt worse, but not as badly as when he tried to block it entirely. He tried to remember his old breathing exercises and relaxation methods. He managed after a minute or so, to go into a brief meditative trance state. During this momentary stillness, he felt the flow of air around himself/Oberon, and the sensations of landing on the back of the chair, including a disorienting view of himself slumped in chair. The deep rapport lasted only a moment, then it was gone.

While in deep link with the owl he realized that Kay had decided to begin to tell the others her story. He supposed that when it came to his part that someone would send for him, or yell for him or something. He would deal with that when it came around. For now, he just wanted to stop the headache.

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