Everything had been going - well - incredibly smooth. Sanria found herself enjoying her role as a mother to Orn, a wife to Colin, and had even rediscovered small pockets of her Sage abilities. It was going well, truly, except that one part. The part where night crept into her mind and illuminated her dreamscapes with green twin suns that followed her every move.
She told Colin and he had uneasily dismissed it as simply a dream, but there was something more in the light, she could feel it. She found herself growing slowly more unsettled - wanting to sleep to see the suns, the eyes... his eyes. It was once she had determined that they belonged to the man she couldn't remember, the man who she only had a name for, that the dreams grew into something more.
Sanria couldn't put a finger on it, the emotion that seemed to curl up at the back of her throat. It would come unbidden when she was sitting at the stream with Orn, when she was curled up with Colin before the fireplace, when she was making a cup of tea. As though she wanted to scream, or cry, or both.
Sanria found herself sitting more frequently with the rose in the kitchen, staring down into it, the wish at the edge of her mind simply the desire to fall into the petals and never come out again. No. She wouldn't share these thoughts with anyone. She would smile, be a mother, be a wife, be content until the night fell and the dreams would bathe her soul in a green glow.
