5 am, and all is not well.

[vicioussweetie]

Even the guardians of dreams have things they fear in the night, memories and nightmares that drive them from bed. One such has been plaguing Ali lately, and has again driven her from her much-needed rest. She retreated first from the bed to leave her spouses to their slumbers, then from the house altogether once she was dressed again. Pulling a

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[bitter_mercy]

There's someone there. Someone sitting quietly in the sand, a silhouette against the pre-dawn dusk, his bowed head crowned by stars beyond, his figure dark and his arms loosely around his knees. It isn't clear, immediately, who it might be.

[vicioussweetie]

She doesn't notice right away. When she does, she pauses for a moment, then continues on with a murmured "Good morning."

[bitter_mercy]

"I doubt it," answers a hushed but familiar voice. "I can see well enough through that."

[vicioussweetie]

She stops, turning to him. "Hello Sheo. Is something wrong?"