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Time has little meaning here, though your body back home may disagree.

Dream.

A forest.

A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.

In the distance, the howl of a wolf.

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"Tea'd be lovely," says the golden-haired girl, and she smiles at me. "I'm Hope, this is Edmund. Do you live by this pond?"

I return her smile, for she seems very kind, and it has been such a long time since I last had folk to talk to. "Hello Hope. I am..." for a moment, just a moment, my name slips away. There is a queer sort of doubling in my mind, and for a moment I very nearly say Yeh-Shen. But that is not correct. "My name is Miao," I say, and I hope that I am right. I think that I am. But why do I feel so very strange?

Hope leans over to look in the pond, and she sees my golden fish as he swims and circles. "Ooh, 'e's a pretty one." She says.

Instantly, my anxiety disappears. "He is my friend," I smile. "I raised him from a tiny minnow, and I feed him every day. Is he not lovely?" My golden fish twists in the water, flashing his shining scales as though he understands us.

I had set a pot of water on to boil before coming out, and now I slip into the cave to pour it into a teapot. The leaves in this area are of fine quality, and I hope that they will enjoy it. It takes me a moment to find four cups, and when I come back out the darker man is speaking, "I`m Westin, myself," he says, and looks into the pond as well. "Do either of you know the way to the tower? I don't wish to be rude, and it's very pleasant to meet you both--all--but I do need to find it, and this forest is a touch inimical. As I may have said."

"I fear that I cannot help you, good sir," I say, kneeling at the pond's edge and laying out the wooden tray (http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/pitroviz/pitroviz0902/pitroviz090200100/4363925-isolated-chinese-traditional-clay-teapot-and-two-cups-on-bamboo-tea-tray.jpg). As I speak, I begin to pour the tea for my guests. "I was born here, and have never been away. I know nothing of the paths through the wood."

"We were headed in that direction ourselves. I don't know a direct way, but it's tall enough to reliably head towards. Are you questing for something sir?" The golden man, Edmund, asks. The dark man does not seems garbed for traveling.

"Please," I say. "If you are questing, then allow me to refresh you before you go. It has been so very long since I have had company, and some rest and tea will give you strength for your journey."

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I smile at Miao as she gives us tea. Strange seein' Miao be all timid, though she's as polite as she is in real life.

"'E is lovely indeed," I agree about her fish. Wonder if 'e's magic. Watch 'is fins swish. Can't see anythin' day to day, now, so I enjoy the lookin'.

Take a cup o'tea an' sit down on the grass, an' then look up as I hear the sound o' footsteps (http://community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/405098.html?thread=10301034#t10301034).