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Oct. 7th, 2012 06:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bannion_sightHer dreams have become uneasy in a way that she knows all too well. She is who and what she is, after all, and even though everything has been strangely peaceful since she settled in Glastonbury, her gift is not one that can easily be cast aside.
She had left Fionavar in part because both she and Ysanne had dreamt there would be need for a Seer in her own world, someday, if not how nor when. Is this the reason? She cannot be sure, cannot be certain, and although she does not think so, she does not know--
Her eyes open. A single glance at the clock is all she needs to see that it's happened again.
With an exhausted sigh, Kim rises from her bed and pulls on her clothes, then leaves her little cottage and heads up the trail toward the portal that, for her, leads to Milliways.
She had left Fionavar in part because both she and Ysanne had dreamt there would be need for a Seer in her own world, someday, if not how nor when. Is this the reason? She cannot be sure, cannot be certain, and although she does not think so, she does not know--
In her dreams, her vision is strangely clouded, as she struggles to see through the cold mist and fog that surrounds her. It's a wood somewhere that she walks, Kim can tell that much, although not where, nor when; but a wood, dark and blurred and insubstantial, with shapes that shift and seek and hide, dark and thin and faceless--
Her eyes open. A single glance at the clock is all she needs to see that it's happened again.
With an exhausted sigh, Kim rises from her bed and pulls on her clothes, then leaves her little cottage and heads up the trail toward the portal that, for her, leads to Milliways.
