"Teu'ivae'ire (silver moonlight dusk). Nevae (dark) karask (demon) sehan (journey) revar (rest). Wylinta (experience to see)."
She caught herself silently mouthing the chanted words again and again. The dream has to be a cryptic message, she felt it, one that holds great significance to her personally, or even others too, like a prophecy...
Without her recognizing the way she walked, Syndreth found herself in the groove of the Seldarine, standing before the Shrine of the Daugther of the Night Skies.
The dream had a connection with Sehanine Moonbow, she concluded, either by foreseeing an event to come, or bestowing a specific task upon her personally. Standing there, Syndreth felt shame creeping slowly into her. She thought about her mission which she may not took seriously enough, and the Seldarine, whom she turned away in the rush of everydays. Feeling unable to ask for anything, she just inclined her head and said her thanks to the Lady of Dreams.
Later she stood before the doors of the office of her Master. If there is one People, she could trust with this dream, that is Master Elandorr.
"... The scene you described brings to my mind an old legend of the Veiled Choir. Have you ever read or heard about it?
It took only a moment for Syndreth to recollect what she learned long ago.
"The Veiled Choir! Yes... a sisterhood of mystics as I remember, renowned by their prophetic ability... They were rumored to reside in ancient temples of Sehanine Moonbow in the time of Cormanthor." She pondered. "Then this dream is a prophecy, and possibly a warning. A warning about a demon now resting, but on a journey..."
Elandorr then got up and walked around the table, the fuming pipe resting in his folded hands behind his back, and fixated his gray eyes on Syndreth with a serious expression.
"A dark demon or demon of darkness, now resting but on journey... to wake up? And the dusk of moon or moonlight's twilight. The experience to see... might mean that it will wake up and we will have to face - experience it's evil presence."
A chill run up on Syndreth's spine, starting to realize the weight of her role in the story.
All in her life, somewhere deep down, she resented their Gods for not giving a choice to them to turn the tide of events. What is it now, a chance to change?
She looked at her Master like when she was a child, first experiencing the incomprehensible knowledge of the male wizard in the ways of the Art.
"Master, what should I do?"
Elandorr watched the changes of her expression in silence. The smoke he blown out from the pipe formed a pair of deer chasing each other while flying away.
"As I said earlier, you learned everything you need to succeed in your tasks. What remain is hard work and faith."