The quiet night air filled the realm with the rolling sense of dreams. Even far from the Haven's embrace, the feeling that someone was not quite solid, yet physically there was a riveting feeling that graced the tops of scalps and skin alike, filling traveller's journeys with promises unspoken. The road was desolate, with barely a flicker of torchlight filling the air. The grasslands on either side however, were filled with fireflies that spread through tall grass and peering flowers alike, enjoying the nocturnal coolness that came after a hot day. There was a breeze that drifted through the valley, carrying with it the scents of springtime, of flowers that were yet to bloom and the strange, chilly aftertaste that came with melting snow. Beneath the tall arch of a willow tree, a white tent sat humbly beside a rushing riverbed, the stone-walled fireplace at least a metre away from the dirty canopy, bathing it in a warm, orange illumination. A stool sat next to it, to which a figure in a dusty robe was also perched, the hood pulled up to capture a little more heat. In spite of the soft springtime chill, Valis the Dreamwalker yawned.