BUUMMMP, POUND!

I jerked up in my hotel bed... a wonderful feeling of freedom in my heart. I clutched at my chest, it was burning and tingling. I peeped into my T-Shirt: A scar, quartermoon shaped... what had happened yesterday during the Larian convention? The last thing I knew was, some guys had tied me to a chair and then? No clue - nada. Something tickled my cheek, I brushed it off and found - a long feather in my hand, a beautiful one, amber and gold. I stared at it. Shreds, bits and pieces of my last night's dream came to my mind: Unicorns, griffins, werewolves, imps, a silver dragoness...

"Kiya, are you there? Come on, lazybones!"

Oh, DQueene, I laughed happily and relieved... Some bonds, Mortal, come by own free choice - they do not gag and bond... they aid and support - why are you reluctant to learn this? Where and when had I heard this?

"Yeah, I'm up - come on in... You'd never believe what I dreamt! Must be the Belgian air!"

I jumped out of bed eagerly and rushed to the door to unlock it, slipped over a forgotten card: The Dreamer, 23 - and came skidding to a halt at the door, fiddling to get that Shapeshifter card off my toes and fumbling at the lock at the same time. Still not very well organised...
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