Closed [The Dreaming Lady] Self Inflection and New Aquaintences

[Ishgrameer Windwalker]

Time Stamp: Fall Afternoon 77, 512 Ishgrameer strode up to the Dreaming Lady, he had been meaning to come here some time, but he had put it off in order to work on bows, or explore the area. However he couldn't put it off forever. So on a whim one afternoon he decided it was about time. After a short walk from the gatehouse to the Dreaming Lady he had arrived. Before he walked in he contemplated something. A dream-or perhaps-a nightmare had crept into his thoughts some days ago. It was unsettling and he did his best to keep it out, but he knew it would return. Walking into the Dreaming Lady, Ishgrameer was rather impressed. Aromas lingered in the air. He wasn't sure what to do since this was his first visit. He looked around trying to see who he could ask for assistance. "Can anyone help me?"

[Chemar Tisserand]

The click of the latch of the front door engaging pulled Chemar's attention from her task. Gold rimmed eyes looked toward the outer room as she massaged the last of the cinnamon oil into her palms. To the man behind the half screen who was getting dressed, she spoke. "I hope that took care of your aches. It sounds as though I'm needed." He glanced at the dream walker with a wide smile. "I do wish you would let me thank you properly Chemar. " The tone in his voice, and the smile that curled his lips betrayed the means of repayment that he sought, but Chemar simply responded with a gentle smile and a shake of her head. "I will see you next time."

With that, she spun on the ball of her foot and headed toward the outer room, just in time to hear the call for assistance. The quiet chiming of the glass woven into her hair announced her arrival before she appeared. The man that stood in the entry room of the Dreaming Lady took Chemar by surprise. His height virtually dwarfed the dreamwalker, he had to be nearly seven feet tall. Before speaking, she took a moment to watch him. He had been aware of her early on and now watched her as she watched him, his wide round eyes appealed to her, lending a curious, alert countenance to the stranger.

"Indeed, I can help you." As always, her voice was soft, but clear, and she approached the man with an outstretched hand. "Let us start with our names, and then you can tell me what it is you seek. I am Chemar. " Without hesitation, she slipped her hand into his, where it nearly disappeared, and with a sincere smile, cradled his hand between her smaller ones for a friendly greeting.

[Ishgrameer Windwalker]

Ishgrameer was entranced by the woman who appeared before him, and the melodic sound of the bells that chimed in her hair. He was surprised as she casually took his hand in hers and while they exchanged greetings and said “My name is Ishgrameer Windwalker and…” he thought for a moment. Why was he here? Oh right, the nightmare. “Well I had been meaning to come here for some time now, mostly for some relaxation, but as of late…I’ve had a reoccurring nightmare. It troubles more than ones I’ve had in the past. It won’t leave me be.” He wondered what it was that had surprised her, perhaps his features, or his height. The one thing that he found the most strange was that in all the time leading up to his arrival at the establishment he didn’t know what they actually did here. Someone had told him a general idea of what it was, but it hadn’t made sense to him. Ishgrameer was waiting to be led further by this rather short woman, and there was something simply enchanting about her. He watched her with a transfixed gaze. Surprisingly he felt a little bit nervous, and the last remaining scent of oil caught in his nostril. "It is a pleasure to meet you, I admire the bells in your hair, and the halos around your eyes." he said as he bowed completing the hand gesture by placing his hand on the other side of hers. "What is your name?" he said with a smile as he look down, and straight into her eyes.