Blacktail Deer Plateau By the grace of God

Blue smiled though it was a little wobbly probably. But she didn't say anything more herself. Being a chronicler herself she was all for that trade. Though she made her trade with stories rather than history, even though she collected that on occasion too.

Blue listened, where most would scoff at the dreams or say something rather rude about it, she said nothing. She was a firm believer in some things just were unexplainable and if Saena said she had dreams, she very well might. It wasn't her place to look for answers or to dissuade the girl from believing in such things. Just like Ty, she was certain that though they may not be real to her, the girls friends were real to Ty and that was all that mattered. I think you would do well as a naturalist and a Chronicler, my father used to tell me that Dreams were the pictures into the soul.