02-07-2017, 09:54 AM
The next night Sierra stepped into the dreams - figuratively - to be there physically would have sent Snow into a fit. She smiled at the memory of her friend bouncing around pushing her back. The dream felt different - like it was telling her things she didn't want to know. But she couldn't leave without seeing it. It was an odd sense compelling her forward.
The land was barren. It was nothing but ash, a towering hulk of black rock shadowed the land behind her, a strange orange glow at its peak. The image slide away to a tree, with large red orbs hanging from it's ashen limbs. Sierra picked an orb and it broke in half revealing shiny red jewels - a pomegranate tree? Sierra blinked and the image faded completely.
A voice echoed in the dream - a single word and Sierra turned to look for the source. She headed for the sound. It wasn't a dream? Another person stood in front of her, watching nothing, but watching something.
Between one step and the next Sierra was standing next to the woman, her golden eyes shining and Sierra smiled - a friend. There was a faint tickle of the mind of a familiar friend and then it was gone. Maybe this was who she needed... Snow? Sierra looked around but saw no white fur blurring away, but she knew it had been him. The faint image was her name? "Something wrong Silent Fang?"
The land was barren. It was nothing but ash, a towering hulk of black rock shadowed the land behind her, a strange orange glow at its peak. The image slide away to a tree, with large red orbs hanging from it's ashen limbs. Sierra picked an orb and it broke in half revealing shiny red jewels - a pomegranate tree? Sierra blinked and the image faded completely.
A voice echoed in the dream - a single word and Sierra turned to look for the source. She headed for the sound. It wasn't a dream? Another person stood in front of her, watching nothing, but watching something.
Between one step and the next Sierra was standing next to the woman, her golden eyes shining and Sierra smiled - a friend. There was a faint tickle of the mind of a familiar friend and then it was gone. Maybe this was who she needed... Snow? Sierra looked around but saw no white fur blurring away, but she knew it had been him. The faint image was her name? "Something wrong Silent Fang?"