Moonspear And forward and into the fray

Once again, in the early morning, Gannet woke from the same nightmare, gasping and with a racing heart. He began to calm down almost immediately; it was not real. But it was one of those dreams that couldn't not be followed by immediate return to sleep, so he got to his feet and set off in the still dark meadow.

He picked a spot near an overhang, one with a bit of a view, and just sat a while. He'd been living here long enough now to know the mountain somewhat, though there was still a lot to learn about living on it. Too tired to start in yet but not able to return to sleep, he remained there for a while, staring out and just thinking a while.