Hearing Osa speak of Théadan’s dreams was jarring for Navia. They had not spoken of that dream since the night she’d jokingly tried to hypnotize him, then managed to do it. It had been an immensely unsettling experience for the both of them and they had not said a word concerning his dreams ever since. Osa described it well, but the question she posed for Théadan was one Navia didn’t fully understand and she looked back to him swiftly to see how he would answer. Assuming the<i>her </i>in Osa’s question was herself, Navia was surprised Théadan had never mentioned it to her. She could see he was not pleased Osa had picked up on his dreams however, leaving Navia to suspect he had not told her out of distaste for how the dreams made him feel. Years though. Had he dreamt of the leopard that long before meeting her?<br/><br/>Osa narrowed her gaze at Théadan while listening to him speak of his dreams. She was no apologetic that she had delved into his dreams. She had not meant to do so, her sight was not always controllable, therefore Osa saw no point in apologizing. She did find it fascinating the man had been dreaming of Navia for so long, even if she was a minor portion of that dream. She had not seen much of the dreams, though she suspected they had been evolving as his life changed, making them an important way to learn more about the escaped Mes’Mo’Tanian prince. He was not nearly as interested in going further into his dreams though; Osa could tell she had hit a sore spot with him again. “No, no more to impart,” Osa shrugged, “If the dream has ceased, I suspect the danger it was warning you of has passed.”<br/><br/>“Then we shall allow you to enjoy the rest of your evening,” Navia said evenly from behind Théadan, still standing and ready to leave, “I’m sure Jouri would like to spend the remainder of the day with you.”<br/><br/>“Yes,” Osa nodded solemnly, only glancing at Navia a moment before her attention returned to Théadan, “I do have a warning for you however, young prince. The dreams you had were glimpses into possible futures, perhaps one of the versions even came into fruition, gifted to you by the gods. You may not have that dream ever again, but if you begin to have another that comes to you as often as this one has, take care to listen to what it is trying to tell you.” Aged hands went to rest on the tabletop then, and Osa took her time slowly moving to a stand. Once she was fully risen, she gestured toward the door, “On with you two, then. I’m positive you have much to discuss and Navia is correct that I’d like to spend time with Jouri.”<br/><br/>“Thank you for your time and for telling us about the baby, Osa,” Navia reached for the door to lead the way out, pausing to smile back at Osa, “Thank you for forcing me to stop denying it.”<br/><br/>“It was my honor,” Osa answered with a hint of a smile before her gaze briefly touched on Théadan and she continued in Khluri, “<i>Sabhee lambe ke Avezana niza par samay, Navia.</i>”<br/><br/>After nodding her understanding to Osa’s statement and studying Osa’s expression for a long moment, Navia stepped from the room. Once Théadan did the same, they began the trek back up to their chambers, moving through the quiet, expanse spa in silence. Once they returned to their chambers, they found someone had been in to tidy up, the bed no longer the mess of bedding they’d left it and the torches on the walls lit so they would not return to darkness. Navia went straight to one of the dressers where a pitcher and glasses sat. She poured herself a glass of water, then turned to regard Théadan as she took a sip, near-black eyes considering him in silence over the rim of the glass.<br/><br/>They had learned much in the last hour they had spent with Osa. It had been an evening of mixed emotions, wonderful highs of learning more about their child and depressing lows with the reminder of how horrendous Rhodon had been to them. Navia wasn’t certain how she felt about the final revelations concerning Théadan’s dreams. She knew very little of them, thought it sounded as though they had been extensive until they finally escaped Mes’Mo’tan. “You never told me the leopard was me,” she finally said, expression curious and not at all accusatory, “Do you really think you were dreaming of me that long before we met?” He had said a decade, but had the leopard always been there? Or had it changed to include her?