Sweet Dreams

In the distant reaches of Somnium, he could feel his siblings begin to stir around him. Familiar scents wafted around him, illustrating the presence of his mother. Aurelia. She was an ethereal sense of comfort that he had known for as long as he could remember. His heart clenched at the thought. Wanting, needing her presence as much as he needed Absinth and Aresenn. And as his toxic green gaze blinked open, he was greeted with an affectionate nuzzle. A sleepy grin tugged at his lips as he buried his face in her side.

As the words left Zagan's mouth, a chill seemed to pass over the dream-infused landscape of The Polar Sound. The ethereal waterfalls shivered in their constant cascade, and the spectral grasses seemed to draw closer together, as though seeking comfort in their collective presence. In the eerie silence that followed, Xairo felt a shiver crawl up his spine, more from the stark words of his brother rather than the dreamworld's cold. A knot formed in his stomach, tightening as he comprehended Zagan's revelation. The Sultan... their father, wearing their mother's skin? He had seen it … but hadn’t really known what it was. Not until now.

"Xairo Saxe"