<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Wyatt Halliwell<br/><strong>Creature Type:</strong>Witch/Whitelighter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"I wonder"...</strong><br/><br/>Wyatt seemed slightly distracted, missing Melinda's comment as he moved to the stove and leaned in to the side, looking down in the crack between it and the counter.  He shook his head and held his hand up, the oven mitt orbing into his grasp.<br/><br/><strong>"It fell down between the oven and the counter."</strong><br/><br/>He grabbed another oven pad and moved to the lasagne, picking it up and carrying it to the dining room table, where he had set a towel down.  He set the dish on the towel to prevent damage to the nice table and the mitts were orbed back into the kitchen.  He clasped his hands together and smiled, taking his seat at the head of the table.  As he was asked about his dream, he shook his head.<br/><br/><strong>"In a moment."</strong><br/><br/>He dipped his head slightly and spoke solemnly... a ritual that Wyatt repeated for every meal.<br/><strong><em><br/>"We thank the Elders and the Charmed Ones for all that has been done and may this food be as blessed as our lives have been."</em></strong><br/><br/>He looked up and smiled again.  He never expected anyone to partake in the ritual but him, though if anyone ever wanted to, they were more than welcome.  It was just his own way of honoring the past.  As Lee chided him about the lasagne, he chuckled.<br/><br/><strong>"I carried it into the dining room, didn't I?"</strong><br/><br/>He nodded in Melinda's direction at her query.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course you can take as much as you need.  I have another one still in the oven.  By all means everyone, eat until you're full and take some home."</strong><br/><br/>He nodded to Brianne and offered a small smile.<br/><br/><strong>"The cards or the crystal... whichever you feel most comfortable with.  I... the dream was probably just nothing.  Still"...</strong><br/><br/>He was about to continue when Payton slipped in and kissed his cheek.  He gently touched her arm with a returned smile.<br/><strong><br/>"Payton.  I'm glad you could be here.  There are only a couple of us missing now."</strong><br/><br/>He took a bite of his lasagne and seemed satisfied with the taste and texture.  He always was very critical of his own cooking.<br/><br/><strong>"I was uh... just about to share a dream I had last night with everyone.  As I said, it was probably nothing... but it's better to talk about it I suppose.  Have a seat... eat your fill."</strong><br/><br/>He paused before continuing... running a hand through his soft dark blonde hair.<br/><br/><strong>"It was weird.  I was on a boat.  Like an old time ship... it was daytime.  Mom, aunt Paige and aunt Pheobe were there with me.  I was about to go up and hug them when they all pointed at the horizon at the same time.  There was this forboding darkness.  It... actually scared me.  So much that I woke up."</strong><br/><br/>He rubbed his eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"It wouldn't be so bad if the darkness wasn't so palpable.  It felt very evil.  I thought we were done with all that after the final battle."</strong><br/><br/>He sighed and suddenly smiled.<br/><br/><strong>"But then... maybe it was just a dream."</strong>