Ryn.....
Ryn.....
He could hear his name being called.
"Syryn!"
The mage's eyes flew wide open and he looked around like he was struggling to understand where he was.
"Syryn," it was Rowan calling him. "Speak to me. Did you have a nightmare?" The blond's worried face hovered over his in the darkness.
"Whistling. The damn whistling in my dream."
Syryn sat up on the bed and tried to recall what he had dreamt of.
"It followed you to your dreams?" Rowan asked.
Did it? Or was it just a product of his sub-conscience doing its thing as a reaction to what he had experienced?
"I'm okay. It was just a bad dream."
"You were calling my name," Rowan told him gently. "Did someone try to hurt you in the dream?"
Syryn furrowed his brows as he recalled the dream. "No, I was alone on a boat at sea. Lost too, I think. And I couldn't stop the whistling. I felt surrounded and trapped by it. It's a good thing you woke me up, Ro."
