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[tylendel]

(It sounds like a strong wind is swirling around Tylendel's journal. There are cracking sounds - like boughs breaking - and a short, panicked cry.)

STAVEN!

(Everything quiets down after that chilling sound and there is an eery silence...

Until the journal is picked up. Tylendel's voice is hoarse.)

On the up side, there is more wood for fires. On the down side, I...

Some of the trees are looking a bit bare.

(That's putting it lightly. He is sitting in a wooded section outside and there is a circle of decimated boughs around him. Even the ground has deep gouges in it - almost as if a twister of pure energy had circled around Tylendel.)

I think they're getting worse.

Comments

[toobravehearted]

[He hears over the journal very well and after a moment of wondering just what was that, he has to ask.]

Are you all right? What's getting worse?

[tylendel]

(This is awkward, but Tylendel doesn't lie.)

...my nightmares. I...

I'll be alright.

[toobravehearted]

Nightmares don't typically sound like that. [There's a pause and a sigh that sounds a little like a humph at the protest that he's fine.] It does sound like you're outside and need help. Where are you?

[tylendel]

My nightmares are...a little different. (His magic is triggered by his nightmares - thus the mass destruction.) On the edge of the forest.

[toobravehearted]

Stay there. I'm on my way. [The next batch of tests he was preparing have already been put down and he leaves the clinic in town with a rucksack already pre-packed for such incidences.]

I won't be long. Keep talking, tell me about your dream. What happened. [Dreams are all what nightmares really are, ultimately.]