Meadowlark Prairie i'm getting older

Dreams. She pondered her dreams for a moment. They were amorphous things, dark and strange, with different familiar faces popping up at random intervals. She couldn't remember a sun in them, only night. But she nodded, anyway, feeling as if this woman knew what she was speaking of—or faked it really, really well.

Wait, she called out, looking at the artifacts, then at Qiao. Coming where? Do I have to carry this stuff along or something?

She was quite perturbed. Qiao was even more enigmatic than her own mother, which was saying something. She bit her lip. Blueberry regretted getting herself into this. She should have stayed near Vesper. By the Caldera. It would have been right.

Alas.