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“A dream.” I repeat. “There is nothing mad about that little one. These lands are most uncommon. Anything is possible here. Whether coming or going.”

Her greenish eyes, similar to my own, smile back at me. “Really, Turien? Really?”

“Absolutely, Sellhael.” I reply calmly.

We sit quietly for awhile, allowing the flowing stream to carry our thoughts. Then the girl-woman asks another question.

“Turien. Why is it you call me endearments such as ‘small bird’ and ‘my little flower’? And just now you called me, ‘wise girl’.”

I laugh in joy then answer her. “To hear the question you have asked.”

Misha’s eyes filled with another question so I answered before she could speak. “I have said those things in elvish. You have understood without interpretation. Does that not explain some questions in your troubled mind?”

Staring into the crystal waters the girl finally responded. “Yes, I guess so, somewhat. Yet, not the one I wish most I knew the answer to, right now.”

“That being?”

Without warning she burst into tears and sobbing against my shoulder stammered. “My Cat! Where have I lost her?”