First Troubled Reverie
From the Chronicles of Myra Sunveil



Myra went over the night in her head.

First the little rhyme. What had ever possessed her to recite that old thing?! She was certain she'd embarrassed herself thoroughly with that.

Then she finally met the woman Glor had already mentioned a few times, and usually not in a very friendly way...

She seemed nice enough, Myra shrugged to herself. But boy did Ayamai manage to make her turn twelve shades of red with her comment about Tal. Myra mentally kicked herself. I know better than that, she scolded herself as she recalled Azeron's lecture on the "dangers" of Tal.

Myra sighed. Still no sign of Laina, no message, nothing.

She hadn't even yet seen Glor this eve. She reached the Bowery and looked at some bones on the porch oddly, looking over at Vivian who shrugged. She opened the door, and stepped inside, nearly screaming when she looked around.

Letting out a sigh, she was reminded why she didn't care much for this time of year, as she looked around at the morbid decorations. Smiling anyway, she was glad to see Glor had been about today.

She curled up on the floor near the door in the corner, her arms wrapped around her bow, her head leaning on the barrel. Sitting thus, she drifted off into a troubled reverie...



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