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Nature Abhors a Vacuum

It was well past noon before Aiden managed to shake the horrible feeling left by the
dream throughout the night. Sayana's presence had not seemed odd while in the midst of
it, but now, fully awake, he was astonished that she had somehow managed to ente r his
dreams. Or vision, or whatever he should call it now. The young man was no expert on
matters of the mind, so he was inclined to take her word for it.
'That was no dream' she had said – the words haunted him, and he wanted nothing
more than to talk with her and get some answers. Unfortunately, her remarkable feat had
left the sorceress severely weakened, to the point that he had to wait an hour before she
regained consciousness.
The others remained unaware of what had transpired during the night. Even though
she had been trying to shout and scream within the vision, evidently Sayana had been
silent in the real world. Aiden was relieved by this, for he didn't want to discuss whatever
the experience had been with anyone else except the wild girl.
She had said nothing at all upon waking however, and remained silent throughout the
morning, taking the time to slowly eat a large breakfast before they broke camp and
continued on. Nellise had expressed concern that Sayana was looking very tired, and
surmised that the late night on watch had been harder on her than she had thought. The
young cleric forbade her to take any watches for the next few nights, which did not meet
any protest from the sorceress. Colt figured she was still just a weak little girl and paid
her no further heed, but Pacian poked Aiden relentlessly, assuming something was going
on between him and Sayana.
“She was lying right next to you, what am I supposed to think?” he chided, keeping
his voice low as the two young men kept to the rear of the group. “And she's so tired, I
mean, you've got to go easy on the poor girl, she's skin and bone.”
“Enough already,” Aiden replied, exasperated. “Look, if I tell you, will you shut
up?” It took Pacian a few moments to decide.
“Probably. There‟s one way to find out, though.”
“Do you remember where I found this?” Aiden asked, lifting the shard on its chain
from around his neck just enough for Pacian to see it. His mocking smile faded.
“You know I do,” he whispered. “What of it?”
“What I never told you is that every few nights since then, I've had a dream about
that day. A really vivid dream, and it's always the same.”
“How come you've never told me about it?”
“I just thought I was a little traumatised, or something,” Aiden replied, fighting
feelings of embarrassment. “Besides, you remember how everyone treated me when I
told them what happened. I wasn't about to go through that all over again.”
“Fair enough,” the blond rogue conceded. “What's this got to do with Flame Girl?”
Aiden glanced around to make sure nobody else was within earshot.
“Last night, she appeared in the dream. Specifically, right when I was watching the
battle.” Pacian seemed sceptical. “I'm serious; she was standing right next to me,
shouting at me, but with no voice. She wasn‟t wearing much either, for some reason.”
“Oh, well, that explains a lot,” Pacian said with a wink.
“No, no, it wasn't like that at all,” Aiden insisted, trying to keep Pacian on track.
“The dragon looked right at her, and she screamed like it was about to attack her or
something. That dream has been identical every time except for last night, and when I