From: swansongamara	Date: 10/24/2007 19:36:55

Amara gave a small sigh as she eased herself down onto the rather large pillow she had situated on the floor, crossing her legs as she sat. Her white dress she had worn to the coronation was gone, replace by a red satin nightshirt and black satin pajama pants. Nice and comfortable. Perfect for weaving dreams. She glanced over to Dormito, who was presently swimming in the claw footed bathtub, trying not to laugh... again. Dormito had not been happy to leave the boat house in Hamlin to travel here for the coronation. While he had been fine with her leaving him behind at the inn, he had not been ok with her leaving him back in Hamlin with Ambrose. And of course he took every available moment to express his displeasure. Like ignoring her while he attmpted to look regal in a bathtub.

Amara smiled before settling down. She reached behind her head, gathering up her black hair. She quickly pulled it back into a bun with the hair tie she had around her wrist. Once that was done, Amara was ready. Slowly she began to relax, falling into a state much like while one meditated. Slowly her awareness of her surroundings faded as her mind reached out, searching. There was one person she was looking for. The new King. Soon, she found him, slipping into his mind easily.

Once she had a grip on him she began the process of weaving his dream. A white fog seemed to form, thick as a blanket, but not threatening. The fog was Amara's signature when entering a dream. After a moment of being cradled in the fog, Thongchai would notice it start to disperse. Before streched out the city of New Meridian. One could see the Parlament and the homes and business's that made the city. At first he would think he stood upon a tall tower, but he would find out differently once he looked directly bellow him. He, in fact, stood above the city, standing upon nothing but air.

"Beautiful sight, is it not?" Amara asked him as she squated down beside him. She did not look like herself as she never revealed what she looked like in dreams she weaved for other's, except her brother. To Thongchai she would have short blonde hair, just slightly wavy, and her skin would be slightly more pale. But every curve of her body would be the same. As she squated beside him her hands gripped a sword, using it as a support as she watched the going-ons of those bellow.

	From: notvanilla_chai	Date: 10/24/2007 19:46:38

Chai didn't often have floating or flying dreams. Then again he didn't have falling ones either. He supposed had he not been enmeshed in dreams, he would have wondered why he was standing in mid-air, as though it were a perfectly normal thing to do.

Even more ordinary it seemed was the stranger beside him who suddenly greeted him. He looked her over and saw an unrecognizable woman with short blond hair, and a very nice sword. "It is," he agreed, his eyes drifting back out to the city beneath them. "I've never seen it like this before. Above it all."

As dreams went Chai suddenly had a sword in his hand as well, like it had always been there. It wasn't his though, it was his father's, and he looked at it briefly in mild surprise.

	From: swansongamara	Date: 10/24/2007 20:27:14

Amara saw the addition of his father's sword in her peripherial vision and smiled. Pure instinct of a fighter, to see an armed person and wanting to be equally armed. With him having that kind of instinct could be good, it would make him less of a toy, and less of a target. "Seeing from above is revealing. It hides nothing. You can see everything. Much different than seeing from a distance as you return home from a long journey. When that happens, you see a false beauty and security called Home, all the fuzzy feelings intact. But from above the illusion falls away. You see the cruel and heartless actions along with the ones that are kind. And if you can still call it beautiful...?"

She stood, turning to him as bellow them a woman attempted to scream out as she was pulled into a dark alley, her voice muffled by the hand of her attacker. If Thongchai attempted to go to her aid, he would find that he was stuck standing above as an unwilling witness to her rape. It was false, not really happening, but the effect would always be like in real life. People in dreams always treated it as if they where awake and it was happening.

Amara stood there, sword held in one hand like a cane. Her hazel eyes where serious and piercing as she watched his reactions to the situation. This alone would reveal more than questions could. the reason why she loved dreams. They revealed truth where being awake meant the ability to lie and hide.

	From: notvanilla_chai	Date: 10/24/2007 20:39:34

It was instinct. It would have been awake or asleep. He saw someone in trouble, and he went to go help. Or at least he tried. He wanted to, sword at the ready, whether or not he needed it, fully prepared to charge in like a knight. But he couldn't move. He was stuck where he was, no matter how hard he tried. He searched desperately for someone near her, maybe to yell for help, but the only people he could see were the victim, her shadowy attacker, and the woman beside him.

"I can't move!" His voice sounded younger to his own ears, like when he was nineteen. "She needs help. but I can't move; I can't help her!" He could do nothing, nothing at all, but watch...

	From: swansongamara	Date: 10/24/2007 21:36:59

Just as she thought, he had a heroic streak. the need to protect and defend. She tilted her head to one side as she watched him. "Of course you can not. You are King, Thongchai. Your life is no longer simple, you will be surround by people where ever you go from now on, protected. But as King, sitting from a distance, what would you do in order to insure her safety so that what you are witnessing will never happen?"

She knew what he would likely say. It was a notion many like him had, but it was flawed. Every notion is flawed, nothing is perfect. And she knew exactly what she would say in reply. It would be interesting to see if he said what she thought he would, and if he does, what he would say to what she would say next.

	From: notvanilla_chai	Date: 10/24/2007 21:46:13

Chai shook his head. "When I was an Official, I could have done more. I was out in the streets then, stopping things like this from happening. But even when I worked my hardest... I could never be everywhere at once. No matter how hard I tried sometimes, there was nothing I could do."

He straightened and looked her in the eye. "Maybe I can't do anything to prevent this case. But I can do something. I can set up a night watch, or an Official late night escort. I can't say it will never happen, but I can damn well try."

He looked back down at the woman, his jaw set, his eyes over-bright. Some things couldn't be prevented, but that didn't mean he had to be useless.

	From: swansongamara	Date: 10/24/2007 21:54:18

She gave him a smile, one that was not polite or kind in the least. It boredered on amusement and indulgence. As if he was an inexperianced child. Just as she thought. She finally looked back down as men in Uniform, his imagined Night Watch, come rushing to the woman's defense. "Good Idea. So they will save her. But while they focus their attention toward's her, what about the man a couple streets over killing another to steal his money?" She asked, pointing to another scene unfolding as the mugger killed another and raided his pockets.

"Is there anyway you can think of to prevent that from happening?" she asked him, turning back to look at him. "People with evil intentions could set up a diversion so that their true focus could be achieved."

	From: notvanilla_chai	Date: 10/24/2007 22:01:54

"I can't be everywhere at once!" Chai snapped, and immediately let a rush of breath out, calming himself. "What do you expect me to do? Do you have impossibly high hopes for me? Why are you showing me this?" He turned to her again, his eyes full of fire, even in dreams.

"If there is a way to know who's planning something evil, diversionary, whatever they plan ahead of time, then I will try to find it. Utilize it. Maybe start an elite investigative force to root out such plans. Maybe double night patrol. I don't know yet. But that's my job now, Among so many other things, that is my job."

He turned back to the city - his city and tightened his fist around his sword. "If I can't do it all myself, I'll have to find the people who can."

	From: swansongamara	Date: 10/24/2007 22:18:21

She smiled again, this time with a bit of pride there. Maybe he would be a good King. He had the passion, if the right buttons where pushed. He just needed the right people around him to bring his potential out. "Good. Then find them." She said simply, as if it was the simplest thing in the world to do.

"Find the people you need in order to do what you need done. Each time you meet a person, ask questions that reveal their character. Then use what you learn." She seemed to think for a moment, considering soemthing. "Ten year's is not a very long time to set up a system that will survive after you have been replaced." She gave him a wide smile. "Better get started."

As she said those words the white fog appeared once more, thickening until she and the city where hidden from his view once more. The fog carried him back to a nature sleeping state, one where his dreams took the form of reflecting what he had done that day, unguided by a weaver.

Amara slowly came out of her trance like state, a very satisfied smile on her face. That had to of been the most productive dream weaving she had. she had learned of hsi character. She had also accomplished something that had been unplanned. She had directed him on a path that could prove benificial for everyone in their world. She also hoped that the outcome of tonight would save him from being a toy for use by the Prophets.

"Have fun?" Came Dormito's voice from the tub.

"More than you can imagine." She turned toward's Dormito, eye's bright. "I may have found someone powerful enough to help me should Ambrose be found. If I play my card's right, I might be able to gain his trust."

"So, you've befriended this new King?"

"Friend? Unlikely. More like, a very powerful ally." She shot him a grin. "Sleep up, we return to Hamlin tomorrow."

	From: notvanilla_chai	Date: 10/24/2007 22:31:44

Chai's dreams started to shift and change, back to more familiar territory, back to when he was younger, when his parents were still alive, when he was still at Salem Academy. He was nineteen years old, tutoring Evelyn Wilheard in wand magic, practicing martial arts and entirely unaware that in six years' time, he'd be king of Aylasia, with far more to worry about that his grades.