"Dreaming Sea." Quiet Flame turned towards the only one he believed could be a voice of reason.
The Star of Vaelthrys.
Dreaming Sea.
Dreaming Sea appeared as a translucent woman floating upside down in a sea of stars. The aura she radiated was calm.
"Surely you see the ludicrous in this," Quiet Flame said.
Dreaming Sea turned toward the sad man. Her stars seemed to twinkle.
"Quiet Flame… it's good to see you."
"The middle planers are not to be trusted, Dreaming Sea. They'll only bring ruin to the lower planes!" Quiet Flame pressed on, as though their reunion wasn't as important as his words.
"Hm. You may be right," she said, causing Quiet Flame's hope to rise. Her next words shattered that hope.
"But I don't really care." Dreaming Sea said, the sea parting in an upward flow, as though she grinned. "Ruin is exactly what I want. My collection of soldiers has gotten stale for a while now. This should help change that."
