"But it's so damp." Signy frowned. "The rain. I mean, a little of it was pretty but then it just rained forever and got everywhere. I thought the thunder was…" The end of the world, at first, but after an hour or two she had calmed and stopped hiding in a closet in Lothering waiting for the archdemon to descend upon them all. "It was frightening, but also interesting." Like a hammer on an anvil, thousands of times louder and thousands of miles more distant, and strange and inspiring somehow.
"You were both sick?" It made her frown more; so much for her theory that perhaps few other people had had to go through the post-Joining illness, if not the during-Joining agony. "The dream was... the worst I've ever had." Although it had been different from any of the other dreams; she had not been in the Fade, the place where she normally dreamt; Signy had awoken frightened before, but never as sick-feeling and terrified as she had been after the dream of that dragon. And poor Falina and Rhocanth had never seen or felt anything like it—something happening inside their head when they thought they should be sound asleep. Signy could remember her first experiences of dreaming, and how disturbing it had been, and felt something akin to pity for them.