As often happens in dreams, I experienced a feeling of dêjá vu upon our arrival. We passed the signposts marking the margin, and there was a feeling of time changing, of this place looking familiar but not. People were gathered, and the smell of cooking shellfish was on the air. Thus began a lovely evening immersed in the laughter, stories, songs, and soft conversation of a people whose family bonds went beyond blood. My favorite story was a tale of a maiden and her unlikely marriage to a prince of the sea, whose sacrifice for her people developed into an abiding love. My lids grew heavy from the long dream-day, and I passed into slumber. #TrailoftheTrickster,
Agents, if you are just tuning in, be sure to refer to the previous posts, as this is a continuation of the story. Who will be the first to locate the portal?