Event: Sleeping peacefully, Ashlynn gets pulled from her current dream, into one not of her own making. Date: June 15, 1999

Cast:
Maizran
Ashlynn

Location: Tel'Aran'Rhiod: Blight: Borderlands

Disoriented a bit, moved abruptly from one thought to another, Ashlynn turns at her name being called. This is not unlike any others - her dreams often times a whirling fury of whispered thoughts passing by here and there, "Yes...?" Her voice seems almost uncertain, as she squints her eyes in the fog to see the stranger. Forgotten, already, is the dream she was previously having - dismissed in her mind as something unimportant.

The stanger takes steps forward. Tall with dark hair, his light color eyes would look familiar. His cloak and silk shirt shines in the fashions of Andoran Nobility. As he looks to you, eyes are warm, and searching. "Ashlynn, my love," he whispers quietly. "You've already forgotten me?" The question is one that offers suggestion, the fog and the darkness still masking some of him, though his form gaining familirity. Maybe not as a lover, but as someone she met before.

Ashlynn just seems to stare at the man a moment, forgetting herself briefly. "Love..." She mouths the word, though at the same time speaks it in a murmured whispering. Her expression shows she's somewhat confused. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she turns her gaze back to Maizran, eyes roaming over his form again. Unable to stop herself, a blush comes to her cheek, "Pardon my, Lord Demmar..." Her voice comes out in a soft murmuring sound, "my mind must have been on other matters. Of course, I remember you." She speaks, as if to quickly assure him.

A spiral of mist makes its way between them, and thensplits until it comes around drawing circles around each. Maizran takes a step forward, his eyes seeming to take all of you in with a simple glance. Black cloak turns darker blue in color, his shirt suddenly shifting to white as he smiles a touch. "Am I not your love?" Maizran asks quietly. "Not even in a dream..." voices from around you murmer "Only a dream..." as he steps through the spiral of fog and seemingly into your sphere of it. Maybe un-noticed before, the air takes on a cooler tone from behind, a breeze stroking in from the Blight.

The Aes Sedai opens her mouth to say something, then stops, closing it again. Her brow knits together as she regards Maizran carefully. That confused light remains in her eyes. "But, I hardly know you, Lord Demmar..." gently, she lays down the protest, "to... to call you such a thing..." At the mentioning of this being a dream, she turns her gaze away from the form before her to look about the area surrounding her - taking in the fog, the mist, the blight and everything else occuring.

Beautiful butterflies take flight from the grass, a sight only suited for a dream so near to the Blight. The cool wind somehow urging you forward toward him, and yet as he does step closer, there is an warmth that radiates from him. A comforting warmth that would soothe against the chills of the night. The moon from just behind adds a tantilizing glow to his eyes, his expression changes just a touch with interest. But somehow you feel you sense everything about this man. Not only for the warmth that seems to radiate from his very being, but the eyes that hint at happiness and enjoyment. "You may know me in a dream," his words suggest quietly. "We may have children with it." It is then that the giggling of children are heard in the distance, andthen fade away as he smiles. "Or only lovers that steal kisses in the night. Best friends that share their secrets... Is that not what dreams are about? Variety?"

Ashlynn's eyes are drawn back toward Maizran, regarding the man thoughtfully, "I do not recall an dream that I have had in the past that I encoun-" Her words fail at the sounds of giggling children. She turns in that direction, her back toward the man who is speaking with her now. Carefully, she searches her surroundings. "We should not be here..." She comments quietly, "this is a dangerous place." An attempt at changing the subject perhaps. Her hands glide down to her sides, grabbing the edges of her skirts and brushing against them.

A swirl of mist takes around them, momentarily blocking the view of the Blight. And just as quickly it flows away to the Blight around. They are alone here, though you now face the cool breeze that slips across your skin. "Where is it you'd want to be, Ashlynn?" he asks you in a whisper, his voice oddly distorting into waves of tone as it reaches you. "It is your dream, after-all?" he asks quietly. The second words are closer to you, Maizran just an arm-reach away. And as you face the Blight, his hand warmly touches your arm.

"My dream...?" Ashlynn echos, a hint of confusion surrounding her voice once more. At the touch upon her arm she starts a bit, spinning to face Maizran. She takes an uncertain step back from him, eyes searching his face. "I... well..." She attempts to form a sentence, though too flustered to put words to thought. "I would more than likely like to be at my home." Which home she speaks of is not exactly clear - Tarabon or the Tower. Her eyes trail down to the hand that touched her arm, then she asks, "Have we met like this before...?" It may be apparent that she can't remember.

"Perhaps," Maizran responds quietly, eyes looking to her before taking a step back as well. "And perhaps we will again?" he suggests in a quiet tone, shirt turning from white to gray as the fog soon reaches out to them again. "On you your next dream..." his voice suggests, as the world around disappears into to world of your true dreams.