Kaida
I didn’t mean to go to him.
I never meant to go to anyone. That was the nature of it — the dream pulled me where it pulled me. I could resist, but it left me feeling sick, and in the end the dream still pulled me in. I could delay it sometimes, hold myself in the grey between sleeping and going, but eventually the pull won.
Tonight it pulled me north.
Not south. Not Caelum’s cold galleries and careful curation. North, and I arrived somewhere I hadn’t been before.
A road at night, winding through the trees. The narrow, rutted track was barely illuminated by torchlight. Two wagons pulled by oxen were moving slowly, four men on horseback spread in a loose formation around them. I knew the posture of one of those men before I saw his face. I recognized the watchfulness, the way he s
