Who Am I to Disagree?

Mellia — Xdreams2

????, Fire Season, Season/Illusion Week


Fire Season/Illusion Week/Waterday/late afternoon, shortly after Sweet Dreams Are Made of This. [[[s01:session-42|Session 42]]]


There’s a gentle tapping at Dormal’s chamber door.

“Mmf? Come in.”

In comes an exhausted Mellia, with traces of tears on her cheeks. “Hello, Dormal. Should I come back later?”

Dormal sits up.
“No need. Come in. Sit. You look tired.”

Mellia comes in and sits. “Thank you. I am tired. I just tried to talk to Xenofos.”

Dormal raises an eyebrow.
“Tried? Did he not want to talk to you?”

“He didn’t listen,” Mellia clarifies. “He’s been mixing poppy seeds and wine. At least he’s sworn off dreamroot and hazia.”

“I am surprised. I didn’t think he was the type.”

Mellia says, “He’s having nightmares, which he will not discuss with anyone, apparently.”

“I don’t suppose he told you why he was taking dreamroot. Or hazia, come to that.”

“He wanted dreamless sleep, ho ho ho.”

“Um. I’m no learnèd Lhankor Mhy sage, but…”
“Where did he even get it? The hazia. They’re very down on it here in Sartar.”
“And I can’t imagine him hob-nobbing with the kind of people who’d sell it here. Especially in such, ah, heroic quantities.”

“He wouldn’t tell me,” Mellia answers. “I think he won’t use hazia again, but mixing poppy and wine will be the death of Xenofos. Just the poppy could do it.”