Having strange dreams while sleeping was not something that Cyria was entirely unaccustomed to; things like that just came with the territory of being a spellcaster.  Having the inhabitants of said dream react to her presence, on the other hand, was not at all normal, and as she watched them react to her presence, Cyria’s mind was awash with questions that she knew she wouldn’t have answers for anytime soon.  Why were creatures so powerful in what seemed like a constant, endless conflict?  Who (or what) was strong enough to curtail their behavior here?  And perhaps most worryingly, what did they mean by her world being the next battlefield?<br/><br/>Fortunately, true sleep took over afterwards, and the next thing she was groggily regaining consciousness.  The feeling of at least one person resting on top of her abdomen.  Looking back, Cyria was unsurprised to see Anya curled up atop her; it was something of a guilty pleasure of hers to be able to sleep there.  Anastasia was less expected, but the fairy’s slight weight was a small price to pay for having another bedwarmer through the night.  This was the perfect way to wake up, in her opinion.  Someone to help warm the bed, lingering feelings of pleasure from the night before, and a stomach so full that it was still working away at her previous meal.  Flexing slightly, she could tell that the lizard girl was entirely gone, but Sasara was a different matter entirely.  She was far too much of a feast for her body to work through in just one night, but she wouldn’t never turn down such an enjoyable meal, so she would just have to suffer through having a large, sloshing belly for the next day.<br/><br/>Alura’s sudden entrance and just as sudden exit finally managed to rouse the others enough to allow Cyria to gently slide them off her abdomen and onto the the bed, and once freed from the pile of sleeping bodies, she started to slowly pull on her clothes and gear.  With every move she could feel her abdomen sloshing and rocking back and forth with the weight of what was left of the naga, and as she pulled on her tunic she could feel the results of her meal made manifest in the tighter feel of her clothes on her chest and hips.  Between how much she had already grown and how much she would continue to gain, she was almost certainly going to need to spend some time with her needles and thread later to loosen up her gear.<br/><br/>Eventually, the tantalizing scent of freshly-cooked breakfast was enough to get her moving down to the common area, and she joined the others clustered around the table as they discussed their upcoming plans.  Tanya’s presence was unexpected, but as she listened to what brought her all the way out to them, Cyria’s earlier unease at what the Primal…(Champion? God? She still wasn’t sure what exactly she was) had said during her dream.<br/><br/>“Johan’s right.  What happened at that last well...I haven’t heard of any accounts that match what happened to this one.  It’s...not really something to discuss in public like this, but suffice it to say that if this well is as big as you say, the same thing happening again would be rather...unfortunate.”<br/><br/>(Bit of a consolidated post just to catch up, as I got preoccupied with other things and didn't notice this moving along as fast as it did.)