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@Rhi-Rhi Dilwen awoke from her dream, slowly returning to full consciousness. Sitting up, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and proceeded to get out of bed, pushing away the thick blanket which covered her. Thinking about the dream, she had to admit that particular dream was stranger than usual. Again, the dream scene featured the place of storm with a barren, rocky landscape all around her and no one in sight. Dilwen could have sworn she heard a woman's voice, but she had no idea who it could be or if the woman were even real. Probably just another figment of the strangeness that was the dream. There was also that strange being that was present and Dilwen couldn't for the life of her place the connection between the dream figure and the environment they had both been in.
She shook her head. No use in pondering it more than she had already before in the past. For indeed, this dream had haunted her for three decades straight, ever since she was a little girl of ten. Talking to her adoptive parents about it many times, they too didn't have any answers for her. So that left Dilwen to figure it out on her own. So far, she'd had little luck in doing so.
Dilwen sighed and got dressed for the day, putting on a comfortable magenta-colored dress and stockings underneath with flat shoes to match. The shoes themselves were soft and easy enough to walk in and were a magenta and white color combination. Tying her blue and purple hair back with a leather band, she fastened it to the firmness she wanted it and grabbed her pack off the bed, heading out her bedroom door.
Saying goodbye to her adoptive parents as she left, she exited the noble home she lived in and walked down the street, smells of baking bread wafting past her nose as she passed a local bakery. Her stomach churned and she decided to go on in and get herself something to eat. She had completely skipped breakfast as Dilwen had been anxious to get to where she was going for the day. There was news of a traveling circus headed to town and with them a fortune teller named Madame Iris. After hearing about this, the storm mage healer decided it would be a good idea if she paid that circus and this Madame a visit. Perhaps this Madame Iris could make sense of her dreams Dilwen had had all these years and maybe even something about her parents and how she came to be here. Dilwen was not a native Serenian, her origins being quite mysterious the day she had arrived in a small basket wrapped tightly in baby blankets on her adoptive parents' doorstep.
Despite this obvious mystery, Dilwen herself was partly human but her other half no one knew what it was. The noble couple had taken her in and raised her themselves over the years, since they themselves could not bear children. Hopefully the fortune teller could look into her past and see something that Dilwen could not. She dared not hope too much for she had never thought of visiting a fortune teller before now. But maybe it was time to get some more concrete answers.
But first things first. Dilwen headed into the bakery to buy a few biscuits and sweet rolls topped with honey butter and cream on them. Sitting down at a small table after making her purchase, Dilwen bit into the biscuit and sighed in pleasure. The taste was great as always, for she loved to come here for breakfast sometimes. The bakery always seemed to be stocked with just about any kind of goodies a person could want. Finishing her meal and taking a final swig of her watered-down ale, Dilwen left the bakery with a full stomach, now content. Now to head for the town square where the circus was purported to be set up at...
Arriving there, the storm mage healer took in the sights as the spectacle began to unfold, with tents still being set up around the plaza. There was a jester who was telling the most absurd stories, face painted in outrageous patterns wearing a very silly hat that flopped around in the air as he moved his head and arms expressively, telling his tales and jokes for the gathering crowd. There was also a tiger in a cage with a beast master there too, checking and securing things for a show he was soon to put on.
Dilwen looked around for this fortune teller and spotted a tent that looked like it might be it. She went closer and read the sign in front. "Madame Iris, Fortune Teller Extraordinaire! Looking into the past and future alike, this lady sees all! Come in all you curious souls and let Madame Iris tell you your fortune!" There was also a price etched into the wood and Dilwen did a quick mental check of how much coin she had on her before stepping inside the tent. The interior was dim, filled with incense smoke of nag champa, the soft glow of candles illuminated the place, but only enough to provide a serene ambiance that only added to the setting. Straight ahead was the Madame Iris herself, bent over something on a table covered in a richly colored cloth, hair hanging over her eyes as she contemplated whatever it was she was looking at.
Dilwen stood there and spoke to get her attention. "Hello. I've come here to get my fortune told. I was told you were the one to seek out for this."