Theme: I Will Salve You
"Tell me dis, Amhranai..." The Priestess opened her eyes to find herself lying upon a soft bed off moss in a glade near the edge of a great forest. Thru the trees, she could hear the soft sounds of pan flutes and ocarinas, of someone playing a lyre, and the light laughter of frolicsome women. Yet what baffled her most was the sight of Azubuike — not the decrepit old man with more fingers than teeth, but a hale and youthful stud with a stringer of fish in one hand and a buxom nymph with ebony skin in the other.
Was she dreaming? Had she taken a blow to the head on that last slip in the muck?
As the priestess got her wits about her, the fisherman laughed loudly and asked, "Why'd ya nevah trow me a party like dis when I was livin? Had me tinkin dem elven gods be all grim like you!"
Although the insomniac had neither slept nor dreamt much these long years, there was something peculiar about this dream and about Azubuike. It was only the sound of a high-pitched "Weee!" that drew her eyes down to an unlikely sight. From the center of her chest emerged a pale grey cord which a pair of pixies were now winding gleefully about her knees!
