Just a Dream

Walk | Talk | Think

She was disoriented at first, recognizing only that it was night due to the faint light that came in from the open den entryway and that she was no longer inside the ship that she had just a moment before been searching for in her sleep. Her nose picked up the old, familiar scents of the east, the soothing smells of the herbs that remained tucked away for later use, both of which were a balm to her frantic mind, though they did not stop her from jumping slightly in place when she heard a voice speak beside her, her name muttered softly with concern. That was right. She was back in the east again, back in Ebony, and she was with Maximous. She had only been dreaming after all. 

Trying to calm her racing heart, ease her shallow breaths, Callisto closed her eyes and made herself with some effort breathe in deeply and out slowly, repeating the technique a few more times just for good measure. It helped, but now in the wake of the scare her sleeping mind had given her she felt cold, chilled to the bone as if the snowstorm of her dreams had sunk its icy fangs into her body and poisoned her with its bitterness. Was it possible she had actually been there within her dreams, or was this just another manifestation of her fear taking physical form? She hoped never to have it happen again, but with her luck...

Her dark spine shivered as she shifted to her side and curled up tightly, Max's concern still echoing about in her ears. Her silvery blue eyes sought him out, his dark shape near indiscernible in the dark save for his eyes, bright points of deep blue that managed still to catch the light. "I will be," she answered through a voice forcibly flat, doing her best to hide the shakiness she felt it had. If she could just get warm, and forget the feel of Lel chasing her in her dream, then maybe she could sleep again and feel better in the light of day. "It was just a dream." A nightmare. 

She tried to relax again, shifted to curl herself up more tightly, but her thoughts were of no help. They recalled with perfect clarity what the storm had looked like around her, the sickening sense of dread and worry that had hung about her shoulders, and the feeling of eyes on her, trailing her every step. She was never going to get back to sleep at this rate, but nor did she want to exit the den and walk around until it went away. "Max?" her quiet voice called to him. "Talk to me. About anything." He could have given her a lesson right then, created a story on the spot, even talked about Ebony in her absence. She just needed something else to focus her mind on.