Kire slouched as she sat, nodding at his question. “Not as frequently of late, but yes. I’ve had it a lot.” She sighed. “It’s one of those dreams where I wake up and, for a horrible few moments, I feel I’m that young girl again who had to be pulled from the ruins of my home, newly-orphaned. So. I don’t know if it would’ve been better to have that dream or the one I just had.” She gave a wry smile at that, shrugging her shoulders with a huff. “I suppose, wherever those dragons may be, long-dead or not, they wouldn’t be too happy with some other deity wreaking havoc around here in their place.”

She stretched her arms as she yawned, then lazily fixed her hair. “Mm. Okay. Coffee. Coffee and breakfast sound really good right now.” She glanced at Ruli’s hair and ran her fingers through it to fix it, then smirked and ruffled it, messing it back up. “Can I have it at the dining hall? Put it on my tab for the wards,” she said, grinning. 

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Ed looked down at Ysaryn as she drew close and challenged him, a brow raised at her as he met her declaration with a smirk. He watched her, unable to hide the hungry look in his eyes as she circled him and asked what he was here for. “[i]I’m here to make sure she doesn’t wake too late—but I think she can wait,[/i]” he answered with a grin. “[i]Are we sparring in the same place as last time?[/i]”