Oh dear... I've been caught in my shenanigans again...
I had a dream several nights ago that I've been trying to remember. Thus far, all I can salvage was this:
There were three of us, and we were standing. The room wasn't well lit, and my companions were older than me; men. I suspect that there may have been a hearth fire. I stood by, not overly active in the conversation; or perhaps I had been, but now listened to what they had to say. It pertained to me, so I was interested. The older man said something and Kuruharan spoke in my favor. He wore a waistcoat; strange that I should remember that detail.
Wish I knew what it was, and why Kuru was speaking for me... I'm so fascinated by my own admittedly odd dreams...