She was on the beach again, watching the waves break against the shore. The man was there, as always. There were no words, as ever. Since she had been a child she had met him here. His mind brushed hers and she knew what he told her. Her mind formed the words.
Yes, she’s in trouble again. Yes, we will be moving on. She thinks I don’t know, but she can’t hide anything from me.
He stroked her cheek then indicated the circle marked out on the sand. Candles at each of the quarters. She nodded and made her way to the altar where the book lay. It was strange to see her own handwriting so carefully marking the parchment pages with words she had never written.
She picked up the staff and stood at the altar, hands outstretched and called the words, but in the dream there was no sound. The man watched her, nodding approval. She moved to the West candle and made the call. Irissa felt the cool sensation of water trickling over her body.
He stood behind her and drew the symbol with his sword point. She moved from quarter to quarter, lighting each candle and making each invocation inside her head, feeling each guardian arrive.
Irissa moved then to the altar, lit the candles and made the calls. Afterwards they sat on the sand with the book between them while she read and the forces around her let her learn and helped her to remember. #
Her attention wandered briefly to the white figure moving through the trees. The white wolf stopped on the rise above the circle and howled. The man smiled and Irissa knew he thought it a good sign.
The lesson learned she stood up and thanked those who had attended and cut the circle. She turned to the man, who hugged her briefly but tightly.
It will be very tough for a while. Worse than ever before. But you must survive, Irissa, and we are here, his mind told her.These dreams are so weird, she thought, but they give me strength. Then it was fading. The beach, the circle and the man, and the world was back.
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