Steadily spinning

The sun was just beginning to rise, its rays splaying down on the river that lay before her and casting subtle reflections on the surface of the bubbling waters. Eyrún was awake, but just barely - her night had consisted of a few unusual dreams, one in particular that left her wondering. She'd been with Éldi in the dream; what they'd been doing was less clear. Exploring a dark cavern, perhaps? He'd gone up ahead of her, scouting a passageway while she followed - and then his body disintegrated before her very eyes. His body had seemingly been made up entirely of spiders, and all at once they broke apart and scuttled toward her, consuming her before she was able to react. It was no doubt a bad omen, one sent from the gods herself, but it was hard to decipher and left her head spinning uncomfortable. Sleep wasn't always something that came easily to her, but now she felt her body begging to return to it, and she had to blink the fatigue from her eyes as she wandered down the riverside.

She had no clue what today might bring her. Trying to forget about the dream she'd had seemed like a good enough idea, sure that she wouldn't be able to fully decipher it today, or even anytime soon. A slight frown tugged at the pale female's lips as she pushed on, moving at a slow but steady pace. No real goal, though hopefully something might pique her interest and give her something else to focus on for the moment. Nothing ever went well when she dove too deeply into her own head, and even she was aware of that.