You Want A Revelation, You Want To Get It Right

Woken from a nightmare that left her drenched in sweat, Gossamer knew the only cure was the bite of a frozen winter night. She left her den and the borders of the Armada to wander beneath the full moonlight. Already now aspects of the dream were beginning to fade whilst others pulsed with life, standing out in her mind as if they had actually happened. Gossamer shook her head, willing the apparitions to leave her. She'd grown restless, an ache in her stomach had been plaguing her the past week and try as she might she just couldn't alleviate it.

The sound of the waterfall was a welcome lullaby and Gossamer descended down the rocky embankment to the pool below. She paused for a moment, thinking she'd heard something but when no further noise was made she bent her head at the pool to drink.