[Carnasch]

Carnasch leaned back in the chair and set his tea on the table. He wiggled low enough in the chair that he could lean his head on the top of the back rest, hands folded across his stomach, and long legs stretched out. As he closed his eyes to relax, a thought came to him. "Was your unbinding hard on you?" His head came off the back of the chair as he looked at Lehan closely to hear what he said.
What ever the answer, after Lehan answered him, he leaned his head all the way back again, closed his eyes, and said, "I'm ready."

Carnasch dreamt troubled dreams, fighting or running from beasts of the forests, or men. His physical body twitched every so often as the unbinding continued, but he slept on. His subconsuous fought with itself over and over for eternity in an instant, but in the next he dreamt of peace and contentment, the only image from reality was that of Phylira, his new found lover. Some of the things he dreamt of her were typical of any male. Others were more romantic, or more mature; the possibilities of the future.

Each dream was different, and all seemed to go on for a lifetime, but were over in instants, time was scewed and without meaning. When Carnasch woke, he could not remember any of it, except in confused glyphs, frozen scenes that vanished as soon as they appeared.