“And it was like, totally awful!” Jester explained, frowning.
A mosaic of different colored cheeses arranged carefully atop a flaked and split upon croissant lay before her. Her shaking blue hand carefully transported a wiggling poached egg from a nearby gravy boat. She dumped the viscous protein over her cheese laden croissant, then used her spoon to press the egg down into the pastry. The press of the spoon formed a rudimentary concave truncheon which the egg burst over into. The yolk spilled out of the egg and over the cheese squares as magma might spill over the lip of a volcano and onto a nearby village. Jester watched wearily, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
“I’m usually a morning person, Molly,” she lamented, lifting up her croissant. “These nightmares are probably not going to be very good for my sleep schedule.”
The Cleric took a bite of the croissant, chased it with a piping sip from a cup of tea with light cream and sugar, then set both down. A bit of yolk dribbled down her dark blue lower lip and onto her chin.
“Uh, Jester, ya’ve got a little…” Molly pointed at his chin.
Jester dragged the back of her hand across her mouth then licked it.
“I was a little girl again,” Jester explained, cradling her cup of tea in both hands as if she might sponge the warmth of it from the outside of the cup and into her blood, which ran cold from the memory of her night terror. “I was in my old room in my Mom’s house, and I was drawing a picture of someone, but I can’t really remember who it was. Not really. Maybe it was my Mom, or the Traveler, or something. And I was totally humming, and having a pretty good time, when the walls in the room started to like, shrink in towards me, and I was like, ‘oh no, that’s not very good at all,’ but they kept closing in. They got smaller and smaller, until it was like I was in a little itty bitty box, and I was pushing all around me trying to figure out a way to get out of the box.”
Molly listened carefully. Whatever he was: chaotic, lively, eccentric, a showman; he was also a dear friend and an excellent listener. What others might perceive as an outwardly terrifying appearance actually belied a gentle soul and a kindred spirit. Jester was glad for his company. The ebb of the tides of poor sleep left her feeling isolated and strange. She hoped the cup of tea would bring back some of her characteristic cheer.
Admittedly, the environment around the Great Hall had the trimmings of early morning tranquility, which she usually enjoyed. Ever the early bird, Jester usually found the beginning of the day to be the most inspiring. The feeling of a calm morning after an evening like the one previous, however, almost seemed more disquieting. The juxtaposition of troubled night into quiet morning was a strange contrast to try and make sense of.
Mollymauk sipped from a cup of coffee. The corner of his lips twitched, and Jester wondered if he’d snuck a tip of liquor from his flask, as he was known to do from time to time on particularly challenging mornings.
“I’ll admit ta havin’ some rather unsettlin’ dreams myself,” Molly said, setting down his cup and making eye contact with his blue friend. “Ya can probably tell just by the fact that I’m here so early.”
“Oh,” Jester uttered, looking closely at Molly. She squinted at him. “That’s right. You usually sleep in most mornings.”
Molly’s eyes shifted imperceptibly, and Jester noticed that he seemed to be looking at a point just over her shoulder.
She turned her head, shifted in her seat, then noticed someone else sitting at the table a few seats down. A horned someone.
There were a few figures in the Great Hall, but Jester and Molly had been amongst the earliest risers, so the blue Tiefling was surprised she hadn’t noticed someone coming up to the table and taking a seat; the previous night’s sleep must have thrown her a little further off kilter than she’d realized.
What was more, was that the stranger was also a Tiefling. It was unusual enough to find two Tieflings in a place like this, when so many societies made a pariah of Infernals, but to find yet another of their race in such an unexpected place…
Quite unusual.
On top of that, the other Tiefling was blue, like Jester, and was looking in their direction. Molly and Jester returned their gaze, and eye contact was made.
Molly nudged Jester in the back, gently, to urge her into action.
Jester raised her hand and wiggled her fingers in greeting, offering the stranger a winsome smile.
At her prompt, the stranger lifted their plate from the table, approached with a distinct poise and leonine stride, set the plate down next to Jester’s, then took a seat. She wore a white gown, the sort of garment Jester would certainly spill egg yolk all over if she had been the one wearing it. The gown was punctuated in the middle by a pink sash, which Jester regarded with approval, since it reminded her of the ribbon she herself wore on one horn.
Molly offered the newcomer a toothy grin.
“Well met,” the purple Tiefling stated, good natured despite the hints of exhaustion about his eyes. “It’s good ta see another Tiefling around. Jester an’ I are usually the only ones!”
“I apologize for interrupting,” the stranger said with a good natured smile. “I couldn’t help but overhear that you were troubled with nightmares as well. I thought that maybe I could offer some assistance.”
“Assistance, eh?” Molly asked. “I wouldn’t deny any o’ that, uh…”
“Nalaia,” she introduced. “I am a healer. I missed the feast last night, so I thought I’d come down early and get some of the breakfast spread. I was worried that, since parting with my husband's company and the comfort of his fine cooking, I might be forced to subsist on loaves and hunks of cheese. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the meals here are well put together.”
“Oh, big time,” agreed Jester, her mouth full. Her lap was full of crumbs, and she held her half consumed croissant-cheese-egg sandwich close to her face. “That looks pretty good, too!”
Nalaia’s plate contained a half eaten link of sausage, some partially consumed bread, and an empty place where the scarcest remnants of egg remained. Their gaze flicked from their plate, well organized with its remaining foodstuffs parsed out into sections, to Jester’s lap full of crumbs, then back up to the other Cleric’s lips shellacked with yolk spatter.
Nalaia offered a polite smile, hands folded in their lap.
“Yes, the food is excellent. I’ll admit to eating a bit more hastily than usual after missing the evening’s feast.”
Nalaia wore no hints of mess, and her white gown was unmarred.
“Me too,” agreed Jester, chewing actively while she spoke.
“I’m Mollymauk Tealeaf,” Molly interjected, picking up the pieces of the conversation Jester was rapidly trampling all over. “And this little sapphire is Jester Lavorre. We’re recently in the business o’ uncovering mysteries. We had ourselves a bit o’ a night, and not the way I usually do. We wouldn’t say no ta a spot o’ help, if ye’ve got some ta offer.”
Nalaia nodded.
“I’m a healer, as I mentioned, a Cleric of Oghma. I’d be happy to cast a spell to settle your unease.”
“That’s pretty crazy!” Jester exclaimed, wiping her mouth off with her sleeve. She smiled coyly. “I’m totally a Cleric, too. I follow The Traveler. He is this really cool guy, who is very handsome, and he keeps me company when I am lonely, and he always makes sure that I am safe. He has not taught me any calming spells, though. So, that would be, like, totally cool, if you could do that.”
Nalaia brought up a hand, murmured something, then performed a somatic gesture. Instantly, the icy apprehension that had seized Jester in its clutches since she’d awoken began to melt away, and she felt some of the familiar warmth of her jovial spirit trickling back into her veins like the warm waters of a hot spring.
She and Molly sighed in unison.
“Calm Emotions,” explained Nalaia. “I cast it on myself this morning. I was also plagued by nightmares throughout the evening. The strange part about it, though, was that I remember most of my unpleasant dreams, but not everything. Usually I can recall even the finer details of my dreams due to my connection with Oghma...” She trailed off, humming quietly as she considered what she knew, and made a casual assumption. “Do you two remember your nightmares? I thought the inhabitants of the abbey had been robbed of any memory of their dreams upon waking. I can’t help but wonder why we are different in that regard.”
“They had,” agreed Jester, drumming on her chin with her index finger. “They had been robbed of their dreams. I talked to a little girl last night. She was very sweet, but incredibly scared. A little Genasi girl. She mentioned that she had a vague recollection of fire in her dreams, but that she could not remember a single other thing about them. She begged me to help. It was pretty heart wrenching stuff. Do you want to know what’s totally weird, though? I also remember the nightmare I had last night!”
“Me too,” stated Molly, suppressing a shudder. “It was pretty unnerving. If we can all remember our dreams, maybe somethin’ is changin’ around here.”
“Maybe something is,” agreed Nalaia. “And it’s up to us to figure out what it is, and to help these people.”