Pretty Colors

Mystic was asleep, dreaming about playing in a field full of butterflies as she was flailing her paws around as if she were doing so. She would give small, playful whines and when she felt the gentle nudge, her eyes opened slightly. The alabaster dame yawned as her crimson optics shifted over to Naoise's faded emerald green gaze, a smile on her face. "Yeah, Naoise, did you need something?" She asked, her voice warm and inviting. She went upon her haunches and smiled.