The House of Fiori

In my dream last night was a woman; she was dressed in a heavy gown of dark brocade, embroidered all over in metallic threads, gold, silver, copper, and other colors. Her hair was nearly as heavy as her gown; and she sat there, queenly, royal, though she was not on a throne.

She said, 'I am of the House of Fiori, and we will help you.'

I woke then, my brain already translating, Fiori, Flora, the flowers, the plants.

I think it is a good omen.