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Sweet Dreams

On the walls of the Houses of Healing, she watched him silently out of the corner of her vision. He leaned forward casually, surveying the City below with a clear gaze and a faint smile. His dark hair – so unlike that of her people – ruffled in the wind as she edged closer.

It was strange, the shifts that her life had taken, from yearning to despair to . . . love? Or was everything she felt just another childish dream, sweet but ephemeral?

She turned to meet his stare, his eyes filled with a questioning look. Answering him with a smile, she set her doubts aside. If this was a dream, then it was a very sweet one indeed.