On his seventh try a large oval blue puddle stood vertically before Rachel and Marce. Rachel looked at it critically and subtly shook her head.
"Practice a bit more before you actually enter your soul sea. This door seems to lead to a spirit plane and not to Trannisa. You need more practice. I do not want you lost." She raised a hand a black arch way rose before them. The opening was the purest white and Marce's camp outside the tree line could be seen. Rachel paused.
"I seem to have forgotten I entered your dream to speak with you." She rotated her wrist to the right, her fingers spiraled out to close together in her palm. The scene through the arch changed to the disjointed plane they began in.
"Come. Continue your sleep. I will see you in the main camp when you wake. We will do the Antrunie ritual after lunch."