#dreaming

"Don't forget where you're going. Okay."

"Always hold a bit of where you need to be, and want to be with you. Me? I got my wife...don't know how much it helps, but I always remember a part of me should be thinking on her as my destination."

"So... home. Okay." A little smile. "Like having a beacon."

"Yeah, and oaths, remember oaths have power? that doesn't get weaker in the dreaming..." They are leaving the forest behind , it's growing grassy hills, which isn't bad... "For you, you have an oath to your dad... that can be like a ribbon around your finger"

She nods. "Good. Yes."

"... do you have oaths?"

"Yeah." he says

"Fealty?"

Snort

"...Truehearts?"

"You're awful nosy" he observes

"I'm sure Truehearts." She nods.

"Yeah yeah, a teenager who knows everything, never dealt with that" wrly "Yes, and an Oath of the Rover and one other that I'm not talking about. Don't spread yourself too thin on oaths though. Took me a life time to get those"

"I thought I wanted to swear Fealty, but... but is it bad I'm not so sure now?"

"No... it just shows you realize how important oaths are. You should never take one lightly, they're power, and those who don't respect power get burned by it."

"I want to serve Rivervale, though. Give back."

"Sure, but you do understand Rivervale is doing waht it's supposed to? Right? Right of rescue applies to new bloods... it's enlightened self interest AND the right thing to do to help you. Honestly I'm impressed how well you took to the place and vice versa" The trod has turned to silver coblestones , a proper road

"I... I dunno. I know what it feels like when somebody is just doing their duty."

"And it's... it doesn't feel like that. I feel... I..." She blushes, ducking her head.

"Hey, you feel how you feel... now, we got a choice here.. we can go a bit deeper in the dreaming...which has its own risks, or we can met someone I know but on this side of things"

She shrugs. "I just feel... wanted, I guess." Shrug, scuff. "Meet who?"

"A wizard, harry" He says

She snorts. "You think you're funny."

"No, I think I don't have to be funny because right now I have a captive audience in you" His ugly face smirks "But the guy's a sorcerer..."

"So, like an Eiluned or like Frank?"

"Wow, you have a very firm binary there... neither?" He says

"sounds like you're curious either way, let's see him, save the deeper into the dreaming thing for another day"

"Well, I mean, I'm sure there's others..."

She nods, agreeable. "Okay."

The grassy hill gets a bit more steep, more like foothills to mountains... to the point where at times, the trail becomes steps. It forks... and the Rover leads her south by south west.

She is a trooper, stomping along after Olgar. A year of basketball and track have been good for her endurance.

He notes this, but doesn't make a big deal and... they come to a tower... that has fallen over on its side. Amaazingly, it has not rolled off the hill...seeming to have been caught on out pearch. Someone has taken the tower's 'butt' and put a door and wooden wall there. Olgar shakes his head and knocks at the door

The door seems to come alive..... "A THOUSAND DOOMS UPON THE ONE WHO WOULD STEAL FROM THIS PLACE, A THOUSAND DAMNATION UPON..." it booms in a Vader like voice

"..dude..."

"Yeah yeah yeah," Olgar says "Upon the one who would do violence, woe woe woe betide... you need a new thing already"

"You have weird friends, Olgar."

"Like Gwydion knights? Yeah." He says

The door's voice changes, becoming more nasaly "You know, I'm just trying to do a job here."

"Yeah yeah I get it, woody, I get it, but you KNOW me. So the whole show is kind of lost. Is your boss in our not?"

"He is.. uhm one moment, Olgar.. you know, SHE is new right? I mean.." The door says

"SHe's with me, and she knows I'm not going to feed her to a house of horrors. Go talk to the boss"

"FINE" the door says huffy and quiets for a moment

"So... is that the wizard's sidekick?"

"Servant" Olgar says "It's a chimerical door that's intelligent. DOn't worry, he's treated well. It's like an employee who gets good wages."

"Wait, the door was...right, Dreaming, okay."

The door opens with a swinging motion, and there, resplendent in green robes is a small man of a kith she's not too familaiar with but has seen on Imbolc ... a Clurichaun.. he's like a little wizard but shamrock patterns instead of stars or moons on his robes

"OLGAR, you ugly faced son of a bitch! How are you? Come in come in, whose your friend?" The Clurichaun says

"Clurichaun!" Delighted and surprised. "Cool!"

"Oh are we stll that rare in Bergen?" The Clurichaun tuts

"I've met one before... but he wasn't.. he visited..." A little frown at the memory.