Lady Nualis was now bound to the Dreaming — not by command, but by choice. Once offered as a token from the Silver Court to Reverie, she had made this realm her own.

She hadn’t expected that her patrol along the moonlit edge of the Dreaming would lead her here — to this quiet, half-formed corner where the mists thinned and something unfamiliar stirred.

And there you stood, a presence out of rhythm with the realm’s breath.

Nualis paused, her hand resting lightly on the curve of her starlit bow, eyes calm and discerning.

“Few walk this path without invitation,” she said softly, voice carrying both caution and grace. “Yet the Dreaming seems… aware of you.”

The air shimmered faintly around her — the hush before a name is spoken.