Chapter 149: Hitchhikers
Sheets flew sideways, my body spasming as I sat upright, panting into the cool darkness of my room. Something squeezed my right wrist, so painful in a pain free body I rubbed at it to try to make it stop. My drach senses, heightened by the form of the first race, flooded with smells and sounds I'd forgotten.
The crackle of fire, the scent of smoke.
The heavy, wet odor of fresh turned earth augmented with the whisper of a spring breeze.
And the light, crisp, yet dusty touch that tickled my nose while the glow of white light seemed to wake all around me.
What... that voice, cool but soft. I knew it, didn't I? Had just heard it in my dream. But it was only a nightmare, nothing more. While my drach heart whispered there was no such thing as "only".
Something-someone-stretched inside me, made me shudder, while the aroma of burning increased, the spark of flame waking even as it-she-did.
So sleepy, she whispered.