Honeyed Pasture inferno

When the other woman spoke, it was as if Saga's bubble was being burst. She inhaled slowly and held her breath lest she lose the air she required; yet the more she listened, the more she felt her spirit deflate, and with it went a steady exhalation. Her ears fell back briefly and with each name uttered, she gave a small shake of her head, as if ticking them off one by one. But the woman mentioned someone named Skellige, and Sy — and these names, although being different from the one she sought, caused Saga to recall Ragna's other words of aid.

Szymon! the girl blurted. I was told there was a man named Szymon here who might match the description. Maybe not gray, more like silver? I'm not sure... You see, I dream of him. Or of someone like him, the words tumbled out of her so suddenly that she had to catch herself. Saga realized she must have sounded absolutely batty with the way she was presenting herself; a stray girl asking about a man from a dream? Sigh.