I knew I was dreaming. How pray tell, can I be in a field of lavender in the middle of nowhere?
My eyes took note of the field; everything was calm. There was a stillness that applied not to the air that circulates, but to the things living in this space.
"I see you are not frazzled," a voice behind me said. I turned and saw her.
She was tall, hair unbound and carried by the wind to her waist. The ends were curled, and they had a shimmer in them. Her eyes were silver like her son's. The difference was that hers did not have that commanding aura. She was an epitome of goodness, and from the way she smiled, she was aware of who I was.
"You were given quite a lot of information. I was expecting you to be at least shocked or breaking down. You are neither."
I could hear admiration in her voice, and she was right. Any ordinary person would have broken down with all the things that had been happening to them.
But I am not them.
