Sitting in complete darkness, fully asleep but fully aware. There was nothing except the hint of my cross-legged form. I was waiting, but I don’t know for what.
A name was shouted in alarm. At the sound I called my runeblades. The name reminded me of certain folk and I was ready to follow the sound.
Even though I only heard it once, I was able to trace its source. I moved towards it, only to encounter a barrier and its guardian. “No. Not you. Your kind of randomness can’t be controlled!” The guardian didn’t engage me in battle, but twisted space so my forward momentum turned me away. The guardian took advantage of my surprise to eject me from the dream without ever touching me.
I tried going back after closing my eyes, but the path had changed. I wasn’t too worried about the Swamp Witch. I know she’s more than capable of taking care of herself. I was more amused that certain others in her world were suddenly taking precautions against me (and I assume others).
Smell that? Desperation. Someone’s time is short and they know it.