That night Cierra went to bed thinking of Fer Benn and his world. She wanted the training he offered more now than anything else. Exercising in the real world and training in the dream realms were the only things that offered her peace of mind.
Ever since she was little, running had cleared her mind, something she had always appreciated. She wanted that now more than ever.
"Ya made id," Fer Benn's voice called out to her, "I was dinkin' ya mighta run off."
She had brought herself to the castle, the large tree carving etched into the stone in front of her. She made a mental note to ask why that symbol was on everything. Fer Benn stood in his younger form, body wrapped in muscles, club held at his side.
Cierra forced a greeting that suggested she was happier than she truly was. A crow nearby cawed as if mocking her.
