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Sitting back and relaxing was not exactly something Daxton wanted to do in a room full of people. In fact, he was a hundred percent certain that his brain would not allow him to do such a thing even if he did want to. So instead, Daxton remained sitting up, hunched forwards slightly over the textbook he was still flipping through. It was some time before he finally sat up and stretched his back out, and considered the task they had been set.
The thing about Daxton's dreams was that he did not want to share any of them. He had very quickly decided that he did not believe dreams could tell the future, unless you were an actual Seer, and those were meant to be quite rare. And what was the likelihood of there being a legitimate Seer in this group of students, let alone more than one? Daxton thought it much more likely that for most, if not all, people in this room, dreams were more telling of the past than they were of the future. Past memories, present headspace too, maybe. And that was why he found himself unwilling to share.
He watched the others for a while, unabashedly craning his neck to try and get a good look at the parchment of the person sat nearest him, to see what kind of thing they were writing down, but Daxton grew bored of this very quickly. Huffing quietly to himself again, Daxton finally resorted to getting his pen (not quill), and scribbling nonsense on his parchment instead, writing meaningless words made out of random letters, his 'notes' eventually devolving into scribbled shapes and then progressing into tiny little doodles. Meanwhile, he thought about some of his more recent dreams, and made a displeased face at his parchment.
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