Willows
05-24-2020, 10:48 PM
Malalia never really remembered her dreams. She knew she had them. A certain few stood out over her short lifetime, just like anyone's. She could tell, too, by the feelings leftover in her body when she woke. The adrenaline of anticipation, an ocean of calm -- present, but untethered to any living memory. Most of her dreams were fleeting, forgotten the very moment she opened her eyes or soon thereafter.
She was mostly unmoving, ears twitching occasionally at the night sounds, and then subsiding as she floated deeper into unconsciousness. Somewhere along the journey, her breaths began to come a little quicker. Her legs twitched, as if she were moving, running in her dreams. After a time, an exhale ended in a near inaudible keen, a whine as soft as anything, before she lapsed into stillness again.
Half-lidded, her eyes opened, a thread of alarm running through her at the call of a distant coyote. She raised her head, glanced first towards the sound, and then Cai's way. She lowered it with a yawn, understanding that the man himself was undisturbed. For that short moment of wakefulness, her gaze lingered fo a moment, or two, on her companion.
What did you mean, exactly? Her eyes moved, then, to the fire. How did you know? They closed against the flickering light, the warmth blanketing her form. She wanted to ask, and then, she didn't. Probably a strange question for a man she'd only met today. And anyways, how could she ask, without opening herself up to everything? No, that just wouldn't do... Her breathing settled down, sleep chasing the wonderings away.