Dragoncrest Cliffs the good left undone

Too long, he answered first, drawing out any suspense on the matter for a few seconds longer. He marked his passage by seasons, and since he had not known his mother long enough to keep such details, he couldn't precisely pinpoint the occasion of his arrival here. So, he didn't have an exact track of how long--just a pretty good one. All he did know was that he was born in the winter sometime and that his earliest cognizant memories were in the spring. But.. I've seen five springs, so five years. Give or take. he did eventually answer with, side-eyeing her to make sure the answer was enough.

As for the present, and whatever nightmares came with it: I do, occasionally. Five years worth of life gave his subconscious five years worth of material to work through; his worst seemed to involve drowning, or smoke. That one he really knew why. Some I remember, some I don't. I guess I don't know why some stay with you and some don't. He kept a casual stance about it, really, as he approached it as a fact of life--one of those things that just happened to almost everyone, most likely. But all dreams are like that for me, though.. he added.