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started to take
shape, but Gregore lost his patience. He went to the bed, climbed
up on his knees, "Caislyn!" He grabbed her by her elbows and shook
gently. "Caislyn, honey, it's time to wake up." He took the pad and
pencil from her and set them down to the side.
    Ash was shaking his head and backing up with his
hands in the air, letting Gregore know that this was all on him.
"She's not going to be happy with this."
    "Shut up!" Gregore snapped at the Fey who simply
stood back, with an unpleasant look on his own face. "Caislyn!"
Unfortunately, the snap in his voice that was there for Ash never
left as he tried to wake his wife a second time. Greg was pissed
and it wasn't easy to reign those emotions in. "Caislyn, wake up
now!"
    Vesta, having heard the commotion, was now standing
in the doorway, "what in the hell are you doing, Gregore?"
    "What does it look like?"
    "It looks like you are waking my daughter up from
some much needed rest."
    Gregore let go of Caislyn, picked up her sketch pad,
and tossed it at Vesta. "Does this look like she's been resting?
She's got this asshole here influencing her, encouraging her to
train more and more. She can't even rest when she tries to
sleep."
    "No, because there you are trying to wake her up. Ash
came in a few minutes before you did to check on her. You came in
to disrupt everything. I don't see where you are the one in the
right here, Greg."
    "Damn it Vesta, back off!" Gregore yelled again. This
time, it woke Caislyn up. She looked around, groggily, at
everyone.
    "What the hell is going on?" She asked.
    "You were sketching, and pretty boy here decided he
didn't like it." Ash said, tipping his head towards Gregore, who
was still looming ominously above Caislyn on the bed.
    "I was sketching?" Caislyn asked. "Let me see."
    Vesta started to hand the sketch to Caislyn, but
Gregore slapped it out of her hand. "No. We have somewhere to be,
come on, get dressed."
    "What the hell?" Caislyn's eyes had gone very wide,
and the anger that was boiling up was evident. "What the hell do
you think you're doing? You just woke me up in the middle of a
vision, one I haven't had in ages, and now you're slapping my
sketch book out of my mom's hands and demanding things of me?"
    "Caislyn, you are pregnant! You shouldn't be training
like this constantly, or with him. This is getting ridiculous." The
rage boiling under the surface had nowhere else to go and Gregore
couldn’t control the level of his voice anymore. Everything was
coming out just under a demanding scream.
    "No, you know what's getting ridiculous, Greg? You!"
Caislyn moved back away from him. "I came in here to get some rest
because I wasn't feeling well. I can't help that I started
auto-sketching. It's not something I have control over. There's no
part of training involved with that, it just comes. As for Ash
being here, he wasn't when I first came in. I can only assume,
since he isn't the madman trying to wake me up, that he was simply
checking on me." Caislyn's anger was just as evident in her voice,
"you know, unlike the asshole trying to wake me up in the middle of
a nap because I happened to start auto-sketching. This is a part of
me, Gregore, whether you like it or not. You need to either get on
board or walk away. And you need to leave here while you think
about it, because I don't want to even look at you right now!"
    Gregore's face was obviously pained when he tried
pleading with Caislyn, "Cais, I..."
    "Save it and get out!" Caislyn pointed to the door
that her mom had just vacated.
    "I'm not going and leaving him here with you."
    Caislyn screamed out an angry, frustrated cry. "Get
out, Greg, now!" Gregore turned and left the room. Ash was still
standing there, looking very unsure of what to do. "You too,"
Caislyn said quietly. He left without a word. Gregore heard the
quiet, soft voice telling Ash to go too. He wanted to be jealous
that she had spoken to the damn Fey with a softer emotion while she
just screamed at him, but a part of