Chapter 31 To Ebonclaw

• Kael
• I already know I’m dreaming when my eyes catch on rays of milky sunlight. Soft, white curtains dance in a warm breeze scented with salt and ozone, like a storm is passing over the mountaintops. Shadows dance through the beams, the familiar, yet dreamlike, room all around me fading into temporary darkness as the heavy clouds drift in front of the sun, but the air is warm and inviting as I sit up, smoothing the satin duvet over my lap, and turn toward the piano.
• I’ve had this dream enough times to know what I’m looking for and where to find it–to find her. Her thin fingers brush over the keys, plucking and grazing through each soft, echoing note of a song I know by heart but can never remember when I wake up.