Little spot on the mirror glass

" You look worried, my love..."

Shaking her head, Laandra engrossed herself even more in the mundane activity of cooking. She would have preferred Tolaan to stay longer in Azure Watch, but with things pretty well set up all around the island now, there were not as many things to do as they used to be, when she was younger.

She felt moody and didn't actually want to talk to him. Surely, it was all about those strange dreams.They will come and go like hazy glimpses into a another person's life. If she told him, Tolaan would try again to soothe her, so as to draw away her nervousness.

But for this once, she would have rather preferred to find up what they meant. Sometimes she would remain for hours locked in thought, trying to wrestle some logic out of the dark images that rushed through her head. Her subconscious was yelling at her, striving to reveal something. Why then was Tolaan so concerned about keeping her worries away from that?

Maybe she needed some sort of activity. She had been a housewife for too long. But even if her husband was one of the most respected priests out here, on Azuremyst and Bloodmyst Isle, she still needed something for herself.

Ah, pride," Laandra tought while stirring in the pot of soup. " Light keep me away from temptation...but I need something on my mind other than cooking, cleaning and taking care of Sygnya. And these bloody dreams I have...!

Glancing over the table at her husband, she noticed his uneasiness.

"Having any of those weird dreams lately, Laan?"

"No, not quite..." She shook again her head, focusing on the pot, otherwise he would have been able to discern the truth from her eyes. Not a good lier her, not ever, not now...

" You'd tell me if they troubled you again, wouldn't you?"

"Of course I would!" she snapped, to hide her embarrassment. Nothing more than another little lie.

She would dream of weird lands, gloomy forests, covered in dense fog. Sickly looking trees, and an ominous feeling of darkness, reaching to the very core of her being.

She had to make sense of them, alone, Laandra thought.

No more soothing...

Even if she had to lie for that, she said to herself, looking regretfully at Tolaan , is massive body towering over the kitchen table as he bent to kiss her forehead.

Somehow it did not seem to fit.

She was of course grateful for her perfect life.

A caring,loving husband, a beautiful girl and most of all peace and quietness. Her first years on the island had been troubled, with all the work she'd done to help survivors and build a home for them all.

Then it somehow went blank.

As if she had done nothing else in her entire life, but marry and have a child and abide in the ways of the Light.

It was indeed a perfect life.

Too perfect.

Questioning the will of Light was hardly a proof of humility and obedience, but she couldn't stop it. There was something there, hidden in a past she didn't know she had, and Laandra wanted desperately to find what.