"You do not do that! I like that about you a great deal. I also do not really do this, though I suppose I am not sure because at this point in my life I rarely stumble on enormous new revelations." 

"I guess 'we're lifebonded' was one but it didn't have a lot more on its heels waiting for an appropriate moment."

"If you did have a second, equally major revelation to drop, I would be quite irritated if you had chosen to sit on it until now!" 

"I am as you see," she assures him. Smooch.

Nuzzle. "Then I am delighted, since I rather like what I see! ...Is there anything else we ought to cover now before we are thoroughly distracted?" 

"I don't think so!"

Then they can move on to being distracted! 

It's delightful.

Well, Belrun is delightful, so there. 

They can spend the next week or so on a mix of Belrun's classes and research, discussing gods, and Leareth taking a few afternoons to work on his own and check back in with his organization (he avoids Gating anywhere without Belrun, it's not that burningly urgent).

About a fortnight total since the last dream, they find themselves back in the winter dreamscape. 

Belrun tromps right up to Leareth, Fetching snow out of her path and rummaging on her person for her notebook.

Leareth greets Vanyel across the fifty feet or so separating them, and then waits for Belrun to catch up before approaching him. 

"Hello again!" she calls when she's level with Leareth.

"Er, hello, Belrun." Vanyel waves as he approaches. He makes himself a stool out of snow and sits. 

Notebook notebook aha there it is but it's the kind with a clasp on it "don't mind me, I'm trying to see what if anything I have written down about the past of the hypothetical future in which we find ourselves."

“Ah, of course.”

Fond smile.

She skims the few pages of the notebook which are written-on.

"I didn't write this," she says disgustedly when she's seen them all.

“Huh! I mean, I guess that makes sense, a lot of this dream seems kind of fake to me. What does it say?”

"It's in a deliberately obscure style so I'd need to spend more time with it to get all the details of what I am meant to be led to believe here - I mean, I do write in a deliberately obscure style but not this one - it's, uh, nervous? Very second-guessy?"

“Odd,” Leareth says, frowning.

"Yeah! I don't like it! I was way more blasé about disliking most divine agendas I'd ever heard of when I'd only heard of them. I guess it's reassuring that sometimes they blatantly swing and miss."

"–oh, you think it's some kind of blatant misinformation attempt or something? That's, er, pretty heavy-handed. Though honestly I guess 'magic Foresight vision where I'm the destined hero sacrificing myself to save my realm' is also not exactly subtle." 

"I mean, a lot of it isn't exactly subtle, it just sort of gets folded in as background? I'm sure gods are also doing many small subtle things all the time but occasionally they do something like 'create Companions and use them to direct a country by proxy' or 'implement lifebonds' or 'enslave an entire ethnicity for thousands of years in order to complete a public works project'."

"Yes, right– wait, what?" 

"...the Tayledras? Cleaning up the Pelagirs? They hang out a bit west of Valdemar."