Mythshaper

Chapter 72: Veiled Dream

“I hope you have recovered well enough to carry out my request,” said Dreamweaver Prisca as she crept into our house.

“I’ve been well for a long time, Magister,” Mum answered. “As for the matter you are worried about, as long as you can provide what I need, you have nothing to worry.”

A girl, perhaps only a few seasons older than me, trailed behind, her fingers clutching the hem of the older woman’s robes. She stood a head shorter than me, even with the long pigtails adding to her height. Her skin was pale, her features serene and symmetrical, but what caught my attention most was the striking pair of eyes, like nebulous silver pearls. It was impossible to read any emotion in them, and the way she stared made it seem as if...

She’s blind, isn’t she?

“That eases my heart,” said the old woman, “although my request might be a bit tricky.”

Mum led them to the study, saying there was still plenty of time for serious discussion.

“Little Sprout, don’t think I didn’t notice you,” the dreamweaver called out to me. “I hope those blighted nightmares aren’t plaguing you no more... Hmm, and who this might be?”

“I’ve been well,” I said, then introduced Eran. “This is my friend, Eran Stonecutter.”

Eran dipped his head in greeting. Even he could tell that the old woman before him held a position of high authority.

“Such a polite boy, but—” She paused, her gaze lingering on Eran a little longer than felt natural. Then she sighed, exchanging a look with Mum.

“And where did you abduct this little angel from?” Mum asked, stooping near the girl.