Cierra was unsure of what to make of the scene before her. In front of her sat Fer Benn in all his large and hairy presence, with a crow tapping her claws on the table next to him. In front of the bird sat a small goblet with a violet brew, unlike the tall amber filled steins in front of herself and her mentor.
What has my life become? Cierra wondered to herself. For some reason the absurdity of being married to a bird and that bird now tapping its foot impatiently on a table in front of her, broke Cierra more than anything else she had seen in the dream realms so far. She wanted to laugh but dared not to. Instead, she chewed on the inside of her cheeks. 'If I laugh now, I might never stop,' she thought to herself, 'and then I'll have to committed into whatever equals an insane asylum here.'
"Drink," Fer Benn said, rolling the 'r', "No one can see ya he'e bu' us."
