Nightmares

[Thalia]

It's not safe here. That wasn't the first time someone had tried to warn her of the danger this place presented, but now as then she didn't appear to have the sense to heed it. His eyes were gold, like bright coins, filled to the brim with emotions she didn't fully care to decipher. She found their alienness beautiful, and she meant to tell him so before he flickered. For a moment armour jutted out in the place of ordinary clothes, a massive sword, and oh! the memories! Of a gleaming white monolith refracting colour from a seven-banded rainbow. The image faded even as he shifted again, soon forgotten to the fierce darkness and the wolf's low growl.

Nimeda ventured out cautiously. She had no weapons, nor did her appearance change to accommodate her surroundings. "A nightmare."
The word was murmured curiously, like a child's trinket explored with tiny hands. Something... something... something she had known once, but now only existed as a vague and maddeningly elusive fuzziness - she could easily chase it to oblivion, insensitive to the danger that still surrounded them, if something more interesting had not caught her attention.

"Your nightmare?"
She ventured mostly to herself, not to him, deciphering the strangeness without truly fearing the peril she placed herself in with every wandering step. She paused to peer from behind his shoulder, and only refrained from putting a touch to the crook of his elbow because he readied an arrow. Ahead the shadows grew darker, but she only wondered what was coming, and why it felt so familiar.