"Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women?
Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
My beloved has gone down to his garden
To the bed of spices, to graze in the gardens
And to gather lilies.
I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine;
He grazes among the lilies."- Song of Solomon 6:1-3
Shanti was dreaming again. The dream began in the same place, palace that rivaled those that were seen in Tevinter. The air around her was hot and humid. She smiled as a servant came and got her. The young servent, a young girl no older than eleven brought her to the familiar chambers. The Qunari woman walked into the chambers leaving the servant girl to close the doors. A young lady lounged on the couch reading a scroll.
"You are late.'' Shanti sat down on the couch and laid a hand on the the woman's waist pulling her close. A hand snaked around the woman's stomach and kissed it Oh how she wished this wasn't a dream. How much would she give to hold this woman in her arms. This human that captivated her heart. The lady giggled as she began to play with Shanti's hair. She knew it wouldn't last long.
"I'm sorry Kadan, I had a hard day.'' The lady giggled, but soon groaned and laid back on the couch, letting the scroll fall to the side. Shanti shot up and began examining her. The lady rested her head back on the couch, huffing and puffing.
"It's fine, it's fine.'' She reassured the Qunari woman. Shanti rested on her Kadan's stomach. They sat together in the lady's chambers talking about the future. What future would there be? For this lady was just a dream? A desire demon perhaps? A desire formed from her mind for something more? She didn't know. Soon this dream would end, and she still be in Kont-aar, this lady would wait for her for another night.
Shanti woke up around midday. The healers said the the fever had broken finally. In a few days she would resume her work as the Viddasala. She expressed her thanks to the healer. She laid in bed wondering about the woman in her dream. Since the fever took hold of her a few weeks ago she had dreamed of a beautiful human woman. She had dark skin, she wore clothes close to those in Rivain. A loose shirt and pants adorned her body. It was always in the same place. A palace. Shanti laid back, and looked out the window, and wondered if this woman could be out there somewhere.