Falina was dead asleep, lost to the deep inky black hold- as was usual for a being who was incapable of dreaming.
She heard it though, an anguished tortuous cry, ripping her from the wispy grip of her mind. Her eyes flew open, her fingers fisting in the coverlet before drawing it up to her chin. It was faded...
... distant...
It faded, lost from where it came. There had been no clanging, no battle, just the lost cry of a broken man.
A fine crystal of clarity and awareness broke over her.