She´d seen him when she fell asleep last night. Again. Ever since that day, sleep became a nightmare. Dreams were cold and twisted, full of lightning and storms and fear. She woke up each night, after the climax, to find herself hovering on wind that tried to protect her, seeing how it had burst from her and messed up all her careful drawings and charts. And the worst part? She´d done it before. At the start of her journey, when she felt this...cold, wet, shivery feeling inside of her. A feeling with a mind of its own. She´d had nightmares of falling, and woke up in the air when her Tama was misbehaving. Or was that...the source? No. She knew, beyond knowing it was something else. It was the feeling when she fell without wind at her call. When she watched Neven fall. And when she couldn´t help or change a single, flipping thing. It was one everyone knew by name . . . . . . They called it ¨fear¨.
