Re: Scenario - Day Two
Greg sat up in her bed.
Wow. Still alive. Cool.
She looked about (presumably saying hello to Cassander, who had "second watch" and Ula, who hopefully wasn't magically rescued by her cult) and then down. Two lumps on the chest of her chain shirt armor, that she knew were female breasts greeted her eyes.
Wow. Still a chick. Um...not cool?
She was becoming somewhat disturbed by how undisturbed she'd become at the sight of her female body. She'd even looked at herself in the mirror the night before. Greg was kind of a babe. She wasn't nearly in Cassander's league, but she was extremely pretty. Greg wasn't sure if she were proud or mortified. Or both.
Aliana had the "Endurance" Feat, which meant that she could sleep in light armor, so Greg had, despite having no idea how it worked. Muscle memory had prevailed, however, and she'd drifted off into an interesting, but restful, sleep.
The dreams were the "interesting" part.
Greg had dreamed about her parents, and the small town in which she'd grown up and been educated. And her childhood friends and schoolmates.
The problem was, they were Sister Aliana's family, home, and friends.
Greg had seen her mother, a priestess serving the Patron God of the Elven Pantheon, Corellon Larethian, and had shown disapproval when her only daughter chose to follow a god revered mostly by tightly wound humans. Greg's father had shown unflinching, unconditional acceptance, showing once again that he was wrapped around his "little girl's" finger and that he'd do anything for "his little princess". Yeah, THAT hadn't been creepy at ALL.
Other scenes followed. School and childhood adventures and antics, involving elves. More detail than Greg had EVER put into ANY of his characters, EVER.
And it had all felt.....natural. After seeing years worth of memories for someone else's life, Greg felt terribly homesick. But not for the U.S.A or Massachusetts. For his elven village.
She shuddered. She could still picture her "human" parents, but was having trouble remembering her high school friends.
Getting up, she went to answer the door, hand on her dagger. She relaxed visibly when a server answered.
Greg asked for breakfast to be delivered for them all. And for a bath.
Might as well get it over with.
She reached for the collar to disrobe (dearmor?) and felt the cord of her holy symbol to Fharlanghn.
The elven maiden froze as she remembered the OTHER dream.
Cassander, I....think I need to find a church or shrine of Fharlanghn. I....think he called to me in a dream.
She looked at her friend, knowing how crazy that sounded. Granted, "crazy" was a barometer that they'd had to readjust every few minutes, it seemed, but still.......it sounded crazy.
Her large, beautiful, almond-shaped elven eyes grew troubled, anxious and excited all at once.
And.....I need to pray.
Once Ula was taken care of, and perhaps food had arrived (though Greg wouldn't eat anything until after she prayed, not that she NEEDED to, with her magic ring), the nervous priestess would kneel facing the dawn (and a road) and pray to Fharlanghn, God of Roads, Lord of the Horizon, Patron of Travelers.
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