All of the sudden Jasmine felt tired, and her stomach full her exhaustion returned . “Oh dear,” she said out loud as she sank down until she laid prone under the log, “how long have I been swimming in that ocean?”   Sleep began to claim her again, and she began to dream .   Her dreams usually tend to be about her childhood, of the times with a loving mother and a strong father .   She also dreamt of the times with Freyalise, learning the ways of Mana, and her guidance through some rather traumatic chapters in her life .   “Of course it’s traumatic, my dear,” Freyalise told her as her enhanced senses kept her from thinking straight, much less sleeping at night, “Not only did you leap so far up above your fellow humans, as humans are hardly above common slugs, but this happened to you before you could easily bear the transition .   I know, I’ve been there . ”   Despite a terse tone of voice and a manner that came off as cool toward humans, Jasmine would always consider Freyalise as a compassionate figure, likened to a relative .   She even called her Aunt . There was another thought that echoed throughout her mind as she slept:   The affirmation by her Elven mother that everything happens for a reason, nothing occurs in a vacuum .   There was a reason Mama found herself lost in Keld when she met Papa .   There was a reason Jasmine found herself floating half a foot above the ground at the trunk of that tree, eyes shooting off beams of light .   And there was a reason she was sent here after one of Urza’s trademark bombs sent her flying head over heels to the far end of the plane .