A dream: You find yourself on the back of a horse as it gallops through a desert. You can feel the sun's fiery embrace, from both the sand beneath and its own burning radiance above. The horse beneath you breathes heavy and fast as it thunders on over the shifting golden dune. As you look around through this other person's eyes you begin to gather the sensations of the place. Skin dark brown to the same deep caramel as the leather bracers, strands of jet black hair flutter in your face with each step of the horse's pounding gallop. Up ahead you can see something in the distance, something set low to the ground and dark. You can feel the weight of steel at your sides and more on your back as you become more and more familiar with the person whose eyes you seem to see through. A woman's form and figure you can see in the corners of your gaze, bits of leather armor and light cloth, silks maybe cover the majority of the skin from the burning sun. The horse under has a solid white coat and wears a simple leather saddle and bridle.

As you near the object in you hear yourself give a shout. A couple figures seem to ride out of the shape in the distance and raise and arm to you, greeting you. Your right arm goes up in greeting to them as you ride up on what you can now see clearly is a camp. You yourself have never seen a camp or tent set up in such a way. The covering for the tent that seems itself to be made up of a thin cloth dyed almost black seems to lay almost flat to the ground. You see yourself dismount from the horse and pat it gently on the neck as you tie the reigns to a stake in the sand. The people at the camp walk slowly up to you they themselves are dressed and clothed like you, bits of leathers and linen or silk cloth draped loosely against dark caramel skin. They begin to speak and you hold up both hands in front in a sort of gesture they take to mean they should stop and they both bow deeply and step aside.

You walk up to this seemingly flat tent and you can feel yourself step down into it, there seems to be a void dug out in the sand, a hole between some dunes with the cloth forming a flat cover. The cloth itself is held in place by silk ropes. The floor of this tent is covered in rugs of strands of multiple colors, you have not seen anything like this before. Such patterns and almost pictures and images appear to be woven into these rugs. Vertical sections of the same material that make up the tent seem to divide this large space into separate, rooms almost. This body you see through moves quickly toward one of these rooms. She opens a chest and seems to search around for something for short while shuffling through the large variety of items inside. Pieces of ivory adorn different implements and pieces of jewelry inside. Her hands find what she was looking for. A small hand mirror seemingly made of wood with a bit of hammered and polished silver making up the inside. She finds a place and sits in the center of one of the carpets her legs folded with the scabbards of her curved swords resting on the ground behind her. She holds the mirror in her lap for a moment she seems to be breathing deeply and focusing on something. She lifts the mirror in front of her.

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Jet black hair long and flowing frames a gentle face of a woman in her 20s, her hair seems tied behind her head and it flows down behind on shoulder, her face the same deep warm brown of before with lips just a shade darker form a kind of gentle smile. A short and simple nose set between a pair of beep dark brown eyes. Something about the color of them and the way they are set in their place seems to draw and pull you into them as if you yourself could fall into these brown pools of light. She wears a small golden chain across her brow with a small teardrop shape stone of almost pure white, with flecks of gold set in it resting in the middle of her forehead. A small gold ring set in one nostril and a pair of large round gold earrings adorn her ears. Her smile widens slightly.

She stares into the mirror for a few seconds. Waiting for something, her eyes searching. She begins to speak.

“You do have such beautiful blue eyes, I can't say as I have ever seen any quite like it.”

You wake