Child was sleeping soundly and sweetly when a horrible nightmare crept from nowhere and entered her brain. She saw Pio on the deck of a large Elven ship, her arm about Idril's waist, waving goodbye to her friends in the Downs. It was a very beautiful image, and Child absolutely hated it. She groaned and rolled over in her sleep, muttering: "No, no, Pio, don't do it, not yet. We have too many adventures to try out."
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