Bitterwoman A-4, Wednesday Morning

[trigons_child]

In the small alcove she called home for now, Raven tossed and turned in her sleep, caught in another nightmare.

She fled from her father, scrambling to scale the rocks around her. Risking a glance over her shoulder, she saw Trigon, red-skinned and terrible, over a hundred feet tall, standing laughing among the lightning-drenched cosmos. He

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[joan_notjane]

Joan stumbled over to Rachel's alcove, rubbing her eyes. "Rachel? What's wrong?"

[trigons_child]

Eyes wide, Raven looked around the alcove, realizing where she was. Just a dream. She tried to calm her racing heart and banish the terror that had seized her. Dreams like this were not uncommon for her, but this one seemed so much more vivid and real.

She looked up at Joan. "I am sorry," she said.

[joan_notjane]

"Don't apologize," Joan said, moving further into Rachel's alcove. "Did you have a bad dream?"

[trigons_child]

"My father," Raven admitted. Her instinct would've been to hide that fact, but Joan knew of her heritage already. "I have had such dreams before. They are rarely this...intense." Her heart was still racing, but she was regaining control over her emotional state.

[glacial_witch]

Later that morning, Karla stumbled and nearly fell as she passed by Bitterwoman Cabin. The wood of the cabin practically pulsed with fear--a deep, bone-chilling terror that came when one was frightened for more than just one's own life. The images had faded from the wood, so there was nothing for Karla to draw out beyond emotions and an odd psychic scent she'd never felt before.

Nothing around the camp seemed disturbed, so there probably hadn't been an attack. Still, Karla was suddenly freezing. She'd be back, later, with some of her herbal scrub water.

[Okay if Karla approaches Rachel at Reserves?]

[trigons_child]

[Absolutely! :) ]