"I don't get it," Arwen muttered in a tired tone, one-half of her face covered by her palm.
Pursing her lips, Elena inquired. "Is it the Dimensional foyer?"
"First of all, why are you so hellbent on using the word dimensional!?" Arwen exploded, catching Elena completely off guard.
"Well, it best encapsulates the Domain I control, right?"
Arwen's lips parted only for her to swallow what she wished to say, instead taking a deep breath to calm her nerves before she intoned. "How about we just call it Confluence?"
"That… isn't so bad," Elena admitted with a thoughtful look on her face.
"Now can we please focus on something else?"
Noting Arwen's agitated state, Elena inquired. "What's got you so cranky?"
"I had the dream again," Arwen replied. "It felt really real and I don't know why, but I feel like I know the person talking."
"Are you familiar with a talking skeleton?"
