Camilla dreamed and in her dream she was buffeted by the wind in short sharp gusts. A slight troubled frown came over her face. She would be late if this kept up much longer. With an effort of will she spoke. 

[b]"Lasciatemi passare dal vivo sciocco,"[/b] she said with the sternness of a drunk declaring that she was sober but the wind paid no head to her command. How was she ever to make it to dinner at this rate.

In the waking world Camilla spoke in slurred unintelligible Tilean her face twitching as a sleepers face sometimes does when an insect prods it to wakefulness and she tried once more to step past Cydric. Movement sounded as guardsmen shifted in their positions, curious about strange voices in the night.

In Camilla's dream the wind dissolved into Cydric. He was handsome, his armor bright and his uniform neat, an unfamiliar uniform neatly tailored to his form. Something in the back of Camilla's mind objected to Cydric being so dressed but it was quickly smoothed over as though by gentle fingers. The dream Cydric's eyes burned hot with desire and suddenly she was pressed against him, her lips against his neck, her slender body tight against his. She kissed up the side of his neck and whispered.

[b]"Vieni, dobbiamo andare a cena." [/b]Though truthfully she was reluctant to have to leave.

The waking Camilla continued to nuzzle her head into Cydric, her lips fever hot as she continued to murmer in liquid Tilean. Her arms tried to enfold him but in doing so brushed the pommel of his sword. There was a sudden sound like lightning striking far off and with an unlovely squwak of surprise and pain Camilla was physically flung away from Cydric, smashing into the castle wall. Her head rocked back and struck the hard stones and she sunk into unconsciousness. 

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