Tehvar had experienced a nightmare of his own. Inside of his mother's sitting room there was a circle of chairs that seated all of his brothers and sisters. At the head sat his mother. In the middle, with him, was a green skinned demon. It circled around him, ready to pounce.<br/><br/>Tehvar shot what he had hoped to be a ball of lightning, but all that sprung forth from his palm was a glistening glob of goo. All around him laughter erupted, the loudest being from the freezingly beautiful demoness at the head of the room.<br/><br/>The green demon raised his own hand, and from his palm came a burst of blue fire that engulfed him in acid flames-- a spell Tehvar had never quite gotten the hang of. He screamed in agony as he started to disintegrate, watching his mother's laughing face coming closer and closer, until it disappeared beneath the flames.<br/><br/>It was not quite breakfast time when Tehvar emerged from his room, his eyes downcast, posture slumped. Sessett and another maid, Marali took his arms, each sporting a sort of pout. "Did the Master have another bad dream?" Marali asked, resting her head on his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Yes," he groaned, letting the girls lead him down the stairs and to a cushy sofa, where they sandwiched him between them. He spent the morning with his head resting on Sessett's bosom, while Marali ran her fingers through his hair, looking thoroughly miserable despite how he was being doted on.