Stavanger Bay shiver down my backbone

val hoped that the experiences he shared might have one silver lining -- they might help dwin understand that she was not alone. not in the spiritual sense. as her expression shifted from troubled to something moderately more cheerful, val felt hope thrum its gentle strings in his heart.

dwin had a way of seeing the world in ways val would never learn to. in talking to dwin, it opened sundry doors into other realms for val -- and he had seen in her fantasies, stories, and myths he never wanted to lose sight of. he recognized her as a friend, but he also recognized her as something truly special. i like that! he turned the epithet over in his mind. starchaser. repeating it once, val smiled. but i agree; dreamweaver is a little more practical. you are a good friend too, dwin. i always learn something from you. and was that not what friends were for? to prop each other up while they were down, and to bring small bricks in which both could step upon and grow?