Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.
The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.
She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.
Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.
Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.
It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.