"Oh... ah, right. Well..." I cleared my throat, trying to summon the images from the bath. "It was a treacherous, incredibly narrow pathway winding along the jagged edge of a mountain. There was a tall, slender elf walking right alongside... there were Felyr and Centaurs. And taking up the rear, effortlessly trudging through the deep snow…"
I took a breath, the cold air stinging my throat. "The group was marching straight toward an impossibly massive, jagged mountain peak. It felt... final. Like a destination we weren't supposed to reach yet."
As I spoke, Glacirion's gaze drifted above my head again. I awkwardly tried to smooth my hair, feeling self-conscious. Why does he keep looking up there? Is my bedhead that bad?
"The vision you see in your dream... you claim it was shown to you by the Skyfather," Glacirion said, his voice like the grinding of tectonic plates. "And since I can see that He is indeed watching over you, I believe you are not lying."
