[Sunny shifted a bit on the grass, not sure of what to make of the explanation.
It seemed to be something fond to Celehar, and the teen finds himself once again thinking of the little shrine left in the Cavern.
Did that mean Sunny was technically worshipping something through his dreams? Except…]
Can’t dream… here… [Or he hadn’t been able to. Maybe it was just the fact that he couldn’t relax, couldn’t feel safe or cut off enough from whatever reality there was in death, to dream. He didn’t like it.]
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It seemed to be something fond to Celehar, and the teen finds himself once again thinking of the little shrine left in the Cavern.
Did that mean Sunny was technically worshipping something through his dreams? Except…]
Can’t dream… here… [Or he hadn’t been able to. Maybe it was just the fact that he couldn’t relax, couldn’t feel safe or cut off enough from whatever reality there was in death, to dream. He didn’t like it.]