Queens of the Ancient [AW Event]

The girl – no, she noted, young woman – dropped her gathering in shock at the sight of her, and Erani wasn’t surprised. Amorielle might not have Dreamed yet, but Aurielle had been more than happy to describe her children to her pale Ancestress in Dreams of her own, and as Somnium stood, it wasn’t hard for a Dreamer to conjure the image of another. Somnium was a strange place. There were rules, of course, but the ties to logic and reality were frayed.

Amorielle started to cry out, but fell silent instead, and Erani stood patiently, head cocking faintly as she regarded her descendant with frank interest and perception, a faint smile touching her features.

“I am Erani, Amorielle. And, for some strange reason, it seems I’m visiting you instead of you coming to see me in Dreams.”

Her voice was as husky and warm as it ever was, smooth and melodic, cadenced like a storyteller, and she stepped forward, studying the young woman as she added, “It seems it’s been a while since your mother last visited. You’ve grown snice her last description.”

And yet the youthful wolf before her was tired. It was in the lines of her body, the worry under the shock of seeing a stranger… She glanced down at herself. Or maybe it was that young Amorielle could possibly see through her. Yes, that would jolt just about anyone.

She cast a look around and admitted, “And it looks like the world has changed considerably since my time. I don’t remember the moon being so large, or any glowing things like the mushrooms or crystals… Do you have any idea of what is happening?”