I had a dream where I was tasked with finding the Omaticaya a new home, I was a leader of a kind of "scouting party". We were flying around on our Ikran looking from above when suddenly toruk comes from nowhere. We all dive and the rest of the group scatter leaving just me being chased by toruk through the jungle. After making a few sharp dodges and having some very close shaves, toruk seemingly gives up and I land my ikran, amazed at what had just happened. I go over to a river for some water and again toruk comes from nowhere, but this time lands next to me, bows his head and extends his tendril for tsaheylu. He had chosen me to be the next toruk makto. I make tsaheylu and fly back to the tree of souls where everyone celebrates and I and the rest of the clan fly off on our mounts. We flew around pandora for hours before I woke up.
What was most amazing was the way everthing felt so real. I could feel toruk's leathery skin under my hand and the wind blowing through my hair. It was, for want of a better word, epic.
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"When the time comes, just walk away and don't make any fuss."
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