Lyralei rushed at Laura the moment she landed back in the dreamscape.
The dream shifted around Laura like water responding to thought. Her nakedness dissolved into leather trousers and a simple tunic that looked well-worn and practical, materializing as naturally as breathing. Her dark hair pulled itself back into a braid, and she stood with her weight balanced like a fighter who'd trained for years.
"You again?" Laura cursed, already moving into a defensive stance. "What is it with you?"
Lyralei didn't bother answering. She threw a punch aimed at Laura's face.
Laura dodged easily, twisting to the side and coming back with a jab that Lyralei barely blocked. The impact jarred her arm but she pushed through, ducking under Laura's follow-up and driving her shoulder into the other woman's
