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she was not lost. in fact, her family had seen her off. this news relieved val, who had been prepared to march dwin through thick and fen to get her home.

he wondered how her family had looked, congregated around her as she was sent off. did her mother cry? come to think of it, what about her father? val realized he was filling in empty faces with those of his own perspective. perhaps hers was very different.

you can talk to them. val leaned in, a spark in his green gaze. have you ever had a vivid dream, or seen someone you knew in them? he thought of his own dreams - of the ivory soul that occasionally flit in and out of his subconscious like a dove. think of them before you sleep, of what you would say to them. and hold that memory as you drift to sleep. if you do it right, you may appear in their dreams too.

he rose, taking the hint. there is all kinds of food here. come, i can show you how to listen to crabs under the sand. but be careful - they pinch back.