Someone smashed a flutterfler and without even thinking she touched her Stone and used Wyrd to piece its broken body back together. She filled its empty vessels with dreams and it became the stuff it used for blood. It brushed her cheek with its wings then flew off -- dancing in the hot air.

There are very few things that live in both this world and the world of dreams. Most are gods angels and demons. The Stone you hold was made by Vlad Valkire the son of an angel and a demon. By the divine blood that ran in his veins Valkire could see the light and hear the song of creation -- if only as glimmerings and whispers. Over time he became aware of the light and the music and as he grew so did his understanding of it. At the age of twenty two he began his greatest labor -- the making of the Wyrd Stones. In them he captured the light and song of creation and by them some of the powers of gods angels and demons fell into the hands of elves and men. A sorcerer who knows its secret may -- like a god angel or demon -- stand with one foot in this world and another within the world of dreams. Your Stone is a gateway into the world of dreams Luthiel. When you sing it opens and you are in part taken there. Others who hold a Wyrd Stone like yours may know when someone crosses into dream. When you sang I could hear you quite clearly.

Othalas Words. What are they but shadows on a page or howling on the wind They are as ever-changing as the mists below us and it is just as easy to lose sense of yourself among them. I am older than most sorcerers so what I know may indeed be close to the truth. Magic wyrd words dreams they all come from the spirit. Within them lie both power and peril. For to misuse any is to warp your sense of self. To lie in words or in magic or in dreams -- that is how you become lost. The lights you see they were lost long before they came to the Vale.

We must be careful what we imagine fear or hope for. The echoes of our thought live on in eternity.