Who: Trahearne and Tannusen
What: Nightmares, not the sylvari corrupting kind, just regular shitty nightmares.
Where: Their apartment
Orr rarely changed in his dreams. The weak but growing life he'd finally brought this withered place was gone. It was weak, sick, and dying, the illness of the land weighing on him as he walked along a winding stone path. The stone was oily and damp under his feet, jagged bits of shell and dead coral bit into his bark.
It wasn't a path he recognized, it never was in dreams like this. He could never quite remember what this bit of Orrian hell looked like when he woke but it was familiar enough to his sleeping mind that he started running before he even heard them behind him. It did him no good, they were fast on his heels, their cries growing louder no matter how many twists and turns he took to avoid them. His lungs burned and the smell of rot was so strong he gagged. It didn't matter, he had to run.
He was alone, as always, vulnerable and alone, no one to help him if he was hurt or torn apart. Even alone he could hear screaming and the scenery became darker, the smell of smoke overwhelming decay. The noise was unbearable, screams, cries of pain, and an awful, incoherent something in his head that was so awfully loud he felt his skull might burst. This was another dream, blended into an old nightmare, and he felt no less trapped and terrified.
Brian was knocked off the bed with a thump and a surprised yowl. Trahearne was on the bed, tossing back and forth, agitated, face twisted in fear of whatever was plaguing his dreams. He cried out hoarsely and both cats retreated from the bed, going to the door to paw under it.