02-12-2024, 07:43 PM
The storm raged outside and Sierra and the pups hunkered down in the bathroom. The only place she was sure the pups would not escape since the door still hung off the hinge from Tristan's brusk nature. Sierra hushed the pups. "Sleep now. Let's find Tristan." She projected the image to Never and he settled but poor Bre didn't have that, Sierra held her close and calmed her with her fingers through her fur as she closed her eyes and drifted into the dream.
If Tristan were hurt maybe he's drift there too. Maybe...
Sierra woke in the grove of the ancient one. The place where Tristan had given her the flower -- a good memory, a warm one though Tristan was not there. Sierra called out both in dream and her voice. "Tristan. WyldeFyre." The image of his name carried throughout the dream and the waking world calling to all the wolves in both. She had to find him, make sure he was safe. And hope that wherever he was Thalia was too. She was of the dream but she didn't remember -- a thought that she couldn't ponder at the moment.
Never was there beside her but he lept through the trees and into the air and spread his own wings to fly. He wasn't going to let her mortal constructs contain him. He sent her back images that meant here he can fly -- soar like the eagles above. And he'd find Tristan. Or get lost in the dream Sierra thought to herself, but the pup was gone and seeking out their friend.
The wolves in the dreams echoed back their willingness to help but none knew where he was -- at least not yet.
If Tristan were hurt maybe he's drift there too. Maybe...
Sierra woke in the grove of the ancient one. The place where Tristan had given her the flower -- a good memory, a warm one though Tristan was not there. Sierra called out both in dream and her voice. "Tristan. WyldeFyre." The image of his name carried throughout the dream and the waking world calling to all the wolves in both. She had to find him, make sure he was safe. And hope that wherever he was Thalia was too. She was of the dream but she didn't remember -- a thought that she couldn't ponder at the moment.
Never was there beside her but he lept through the trees and into the air and spread his own wings to fly. He wasn't going to let her mortal constructs contain him. He sent her back images that meant here he can fly -- soar like the eagles above. And he'd find Tristan. Or get lost in the dream Sierra thought to herself, but the pup was gone and seeking out their friend.
The wolves in the dreams echoed back their willingness to help but none knew where he was -- at least not yet.