Redness cleared. A Drelvish female sat upon a wyvern. The visage duplicated a mural on the wall of the second geodesic dome in Vydaelia. The she-Drelve in the mural played an important role in the early history of Vydaelia. In his dream, Ubough looked upon an image from Vydaelia’s past. The she-Drelve spoke, “Do you have any a** left? You took a rather nasty rebuking.”
Ubough said, “I broke the rules. I had it coming. What does my derriere have to do with anything? I know your face but not your name. Who are you?”
Kirrie said, “I’m another piece of your First Wandmaker’s past. Remember well what I’m going to tell you.”
Ubough muttered, “The Chronicles of Vydaelia mention Dreamraiders. Everyone knows the Wandmaker’s dream. Long ago the Good Witch saved Vydaelia from a triskaidekapod and Giant Amebus. Are you the Good Witch? I’m only the Wandmaker Fradee’s assistant, and I’ve fallen from grace. Why do you invade my dreams?”
Kirrie spoke, “I followed your first Wandmaker’s path. We walked together in the light of the three suns and shared many childhood memories, including the Lone Oak, Invisimoss, Sergeant Major Rumsie, cleaning boots, and Tree Herder Old Yellow. Fire Magick touched us. Our people rejected us. The patriarch of Green Vale and caretaker of the Thirttene Friends the Tree Shepherd deems us Fire Wizards. I have killed more Drolls and Carcharians than Yannuvia.”
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