The room was silent, save for the crackling of fire from the fireplace downstairs. The rain was beating the roof hard, as it always was in Gilneas. Celestyna woke up with a start, her nightgown clinging to her moist skin and her blonde waves tangled up in a mess. She looked around the room wide-eyed, searching for Grames for a moment before she remembered he wasn't home that night. She swallowed, fanning herself.
"Who... who is she... I don't recall seeing her..."
Celestyna shook her head and reached for her diary that was resting on the nightstand. She sat up, taking her pen and... scribbling down what she remembered.
I just had the... most... unnerving of dream. I... I'm... not sure how to... How to put it but... Well, they say that if you tell someone of your dreams, they won't come true, right? Right... I... I hope this diary counts as "someone", because I really... really can't tell anyone else about this.
There is this woman. In my dreams. I... really don't understand this but... I... I contact her... In my dream, I mean. I contact her to tell her I want to meet her. That I want to... be with her. I don't know how I have come to know her, in this dream of mine, but... it's the first time we meet, when we do. I go to her home or... whatever it is, I... It's more like just this one, rather large room. It's very beautifully decorated, very good taste, nothing like you'd see in most Inns for example, except maybe in Dalaran. Maybe she's from Dalaran? I don't know. I don't think she's a mage... but she might as well be. She certainly has... magical qualities. Everything she does is like... somehow magical, like some sort of a rite or a ceremony. Every step she takes seems calculated, purposeful... confident. Every word she speaks sounds as thoughtful as if it had been meditated on for decades.
She's dressed in the most beautiful garments... finely made, elegant and luxurious. Her hair flows down to her breasts, slightly wavy, chestnut brown, like her eyes. Her eyes are... amazing. They are so full of wisdom, but also kindness and... compassion. She's not at all what you might expect, if you'd... if you'd know why these people come to her... Why I... apparently have also... gone to her home... I... I don't even... I love Grames.
I love Grames.
I don't... I've never... I mean...
She's... so beautiful.
Her skin smells heavenly, in my dreams... it's so smooth and soft to touch, warm. Everything about her suggests that she's wealthy and well groomed. Everything about her is... perfect, down to her black kohl and wine red lips. Every... curve... on her tanned body... Who is she?
Why do I dream of her?
I'm sure I've just... made her up but... why? Why would I dream of her? I didn't ask for these dreams! I'm happy! I'm... content... I...
Light, help me.
Celestyna slams her diary shut and throws it away from her, shivering.