[They're on their way home - as "home" as the islands can be, anyway - and Nate is nestled in the niche of the bow, having lent the cabin to Lance for the evening. He never minded sleeping outside and the cool air is refreshing, soothing when paired with the water lapping gently at the sides of their boat.
He's asleep.
He tends not to dream too much, but since Sam left he's had a lot of flashes of Scotland's terrain, the punishing environment of the Hebrides that so aptly resembles Hadriel itself. Stone and gray skies, sheer cliffs dropping into the ocean. It is here that Caedra finds him, and the subsequent confusion he shows at her presence.]
DON'T LIKE THAT
He's asleep.
He tends not to dream too much, but since Sam left he's had a lot of flashes of Scotland's terrain, the punishing environment of the Hebrides that so aptly resembles Hadriel itself. Stone and gray skies, sheer cliffs dropping into the ocean. It is here that Caedra finds him, and the subsequent confusion he shows at her presence.]
...hi?