[Syrlya's eyes flutter open, leaving him to squint at the ceiling as he separates his thoughts from the dream. Definitely the strangest dream he's experienced in... well, ever.
It's a long while of silent deliberation before he rolls out of his bed, throwing on his clothes (maybe he needs something easier to pull on) and stepping out into the night air. Walking to Trahearne's farm will be the better part of an hour, in the middle of the night... but he supposes at worst he'll only embarrass himself a little by seeming not to have any real reason for paying a visit.
So, in an hour, there's a gentle knock on the door. but perhaps by then Trahearne and Kaspar are well asleep, and he won't get an answer at all...]
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It's a long while of silent deliberation before he rolls out of his bed, throwing on his clothes (maybe he needs something easier to pull on) and stepping out into the night air. Walking to Trahearne's farm will be the better part of an hour, in the middle of the night... but he supposes at worst he'll only embarrass himself a little by seeming not to have any real reason for paying a visit.
So, in an hour, there's a gentle knock on the door. but perhaps by then Trahearne and Kaspar are well asleep, and he won't get an answer at all...]