βIn the fadeβ¦I thought about that. Iβve started to dream again. Iβ¦worry if I travel there willfully I may get trapped again. I donβt suppose you have any tools against that?β He rubbed the back of his neck. βI suppose I am beyond normal meansβ¦Hmβ¦he does? I worry for him.β
βThose would be magical nutrients.β Revas chimed in, swooping down among the trees nearby. Amethyst wings curled closed upon his back and smudges of dirt already ran across his face and arms. βWhat a wonder this place is!β