Amid Memory's Waves
Twenty Third Day of Elnu-Hamba (Elnu Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
There is nothing to mark the evening out after the choice is made. Swift Pebble of of course happy to help as ever and so you eat a hearty but unremarkable meal that is more bread than fish and more fish than you would like and then you seek your bed amid the sounds of the crashing waves, amid creaking of the Marcella's planks at once familiar and strange.
The dream starts out sensibly enough, you are taking care of Silver's saddle and bridle, a task that had been drilled into you since boyhood, the man who does not look after his stirrups will end up in a ditch sure as the one who finds himself skewered on a lance.
Tis all the more important now since you cannot easily find a leather worker who knows horses and their needs
Where had that thought come from, you wonder. Who in Veley would not know what a horse is?
Yet the light that falls though the window is not the hazy gleam of springtime in Normandy, it looks harsh and bright, like the sun on far southern sands drenched in blood. Rushing to the door of your chambers you take the steps two at a time, calling out to your mother and the servants, but you see no one, hear no one. As you make it out of the outer door you find yourself not in the midst of the bleak lands of Egypt which you had not only just recalled nor even in the green fields dotted with sheep that practically flow to the moat of Verley keep. Instead you seem to me on a narrow island, a spit of sand and dirt in the midst of the sea turned a blue so deep it is near to black.
In the distance you can see a familiar ship, a Genoan Galley flying a familiar flag.... you cannot recall her name, but you know she is important. She was the ship that took you home perhaps... but this wasn't home was it?
Just as the questions had started circling like hungry buzzards over a carcass something odd happens to the sea as well. In its murky depths blue-green flames kindle, like marsh-lights said to lead travelers to their grave like.... something else, something important.
Roland!
Did someone call your name, a woman's voice, urgent, shouting almost, but so very far away. For lack of a better idea of what to do you start walking towards the shore , thinking that you may get some answers or at the very least get a better look at what's in the water.
Roland!
Again the name comes, this time louder, and following after it a familiar neigh.
Silver?
The moment shatters like glass and all at once you can recall all that you had in this place forgotten, the passage and all the days that come after it, the founding of the Fellowship and taking in Inge, finding new friends and by new foes being found. The woman who has been shouting at you is Esha.
"Fortune shining bright finally," you hear her sigh inwardly along the paths of your mind.
"You are in a waking dream, things around you, things you can see and touch, they are more real than your own fancy, though not of common substance made. I think someone is trying to talk to you, someone who can get into your head at least this much which is worrisome."
"And what if I do not want to talk to them?" you ask perturbed. Having been summarily stripped of more than a year of memories even for an instant you are not certain you are inclined to linger for a chat.
"Can you see anything that looks like Wayfarer's Respite or the Marcella?" Esha asks. When you explain that you can see the ship in the distance she continues. "Then swim there and you will wake... though if you want to play along my best guess would be to follow what seems to be the most obvious sign, fire or bright lights..."
You look down at the sea.
"When you say this is real... real enough to drown in the sea."
"No, you have no lungs to fill with water, though it's up to you if you wish to meet whatever may be down there."
What do you do?
[] Swim for the dream-form of the Marcella, this is not a realm you are skilled in walking
[] Follow the lights, better to find out now what this is about
[] Go back in the tower, you first appeared there, perhaps there are clues
[] Write in
OOC: Not going to tell you what roll lead to this since it would be a spoiler. 
