Abida pondered such visions, "Muyahid," Abida spoke in her native Akkadi, "Muyahid Lilla Naser," She said as she smiled "My guess is you are a holy warrior, someone who fights for a just cause." She speaks with soft voice in the dark, her eyes fixed on the more reflective flesh of her love. Abida arched her back, raising her head to rest on the pillow which rested on her folded arms, the curve of her back flowing to her firm backside, the white sheets now forming to wrap around Abidas legs. "Maybe you are to be like the hero you mentioned, like a beacon against such anomalies?" She wonders out loud, unsure of how to truly read a vision.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>