Dreams

The world was a black pit, vision limited to just a few inches. Katnya felt as though there was a viscous fog all around her, poking and prodding her. It hindered her movements as she fumbled around, trying to find a way to climb out of this awful pit. Faces appeared before her bringing forth emotions of comfort, happiness, joy, and peace. They lingered there, and she basked in the glow of their love.

The slight blond girl slowly stirred on the mat at the sound of the horses becoming restless.  The first signs of morning light creeping through the window. Her arms pushed out from her body in a slow stretch as she rolled on to her back.  While she continued stretching she realized there had not been a single hint of a nightmare.  It had been a whole week since she had woken up in terror!

Syllea closes the door to Eira’s house and quietly steps down the stairs. “Sigurd?” she calls softly.
The tall, strong spirit boy appears from behind Eira’s house. “I didn’t realize you saw me.” He replied coolly as he walked over to her.
“I saw your tail through the window.”
“Ah, well that would do it,” he replies with a smile.
“Aye,” she chuckles.

Syllea sits by a pond; her feet are in the cool water, her pants rolled up to the middle of her calves. Her brown hair flows down her back, and her bright green eyes are full of the peace she feels. She knew she was dreaming, but it was peaceful. The peaceful dreams were new.

Lynn woke with a start. She had fallen asleep in the chair next to Syllea’s bed. The woman looked to see what had caused her to wake. She looked at the teen girl and knew that she was the reason. Syl was tossing and turning, tears slipping down her cheeks. Lynn thought to wake her, but the girl was suddenly still. Her tears stopped. The guard blinked in confusion, watching Syl carefully. “You’re here.” The teen whispered in her sleep. The relief in the girl’s voice eased Lynn, and she settled back into her chair.

((OOC: The writing is written in charcoal and seems rushed.))

Dear Me,

((OOC: The writing style looks rushed. It is written in ink on a loose piece of parchment.))

((OOC: The entry is written neatly in ink. Unlike the last entry, no tear stains mark this parchment.))

Dear Me,

((The words are not straight, as if while writing this Syllea was shaking. At the bottom of the page are two small water drops, one could assume they are the child's tears.))

Dear Mother and Fath

Dear Me,