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[ockette]

While Clair was pregnant, she spent a great deal of time planning Angelina's education.  Not for her was waiting three years to begin.  In the womb, Clair could feel the formless dreams of her child-to-be.  They would be the vehicle.  From the day she was born and onwards, Clair was in her dreams, gently shaping them

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[inthetower]

They may become aware, after a while, of someone watching them, the impression of enormous ancient power hidden as though under a thick cloak. A form not much larger than Clair's perches quietly, watching them almost wistfully.

[ockette]

Very abruptly, when Clair notices him, the dream shifts. Clair grows, Angie disappearing into the grey swirl of her coat (cloak?), protected and hidden. Towering over the intruder, Clair regards him with deep black eyes, expressionless in a pale frightened face.

"What do you want?"

[inthetower]

He looks up at her, answering quietly.

"I don't intend to harm you. I'll leave, if you wish."

[ockette]

"Why are you here?" she asked, marginally calmer. "I released the prisoners. You were there."

Not all of them, but hush.