05-29-2019, 07:48 PM
There had been no sleep for Sierra once her eyes had closed. She had pushed into the dream and found herself outside the bunker doors. There was nothing unchanged. Things flickered from the real world. The time was different but she didn't find her mother or father's flickering forms in the bunker itself. She came often to see them. But she was afraid she'd never see them again, here or in the real world. In the dream she could have called to the wolves, asked for confirmation but she was afraid. Too afraid to really know.
They hadn't agreed where to meet, but Tristan was sleeping next to her, his body was warm against hers and the skins she wore were too much between them. The thought made her blush. Her clothes flickered but Sierra scolded herself. Stray thoughts were bad in the dream. It could do unthinkable things. And wonderous ones, but now as not that time.
Sierra flicked over to Moscow. There were flickering people all over as they dreamed, but she only came to check on those she cared about. But none of them slept. She missed them, but she was here - was with a pack doing what she loved.
The next step took her closer to Tristan she could feel it. But she couldn't see him - he was close. Sierra looked over at the volcanic landscape and wondered where she was. Another step and she found the feeling she was looking for. Tristan looked mostly like he did in the real world but different. It was always different here. Sierra looked much the same as usual covered in the deer skin pelts she'd made herself. The wolves appreciated her fondness for being less human. She put her small hand at the small of his back and smiled. "Where are we?" She asked softly so as not to disturb the stillness of the land. She looked to gaze upon his golden eyes ablaze. They really were beautiful eyes if they could just not hide them the would could share in them too.
They hadn't agreed where to meet, but Tristan was sleeping next to her, his body was warm against hers and the skins she wore were too much between them. The thought made her blush. Her clothes flickered but Sierra scolded herself. Stray thoughts were bad in the dream. It could do unthinkable things. And wonderous ones, but now as not that time.
Sierra flicked over to Moscow. There were flickering people all over as they dreamed, but she only came to check on those she cared about. But none of them slept. She missed them, but she was here - was with a pack doing what she loved.
The next step took her closer to Tristan she could feel it. But she couldn't see him - he was close. Sierra looked over at the volcanic landscape and wondered where she was. Another step and she found the feeling she was looking for. Tristan looked mostly like he did in the real world but different. It was always different here. Sierra looked much the same as usual covered in the deer skin pelts she'd made herself. The wolves appreciated her fondness for being less human. She put her small hand at the small of his back and smiled. "Where are we?" She asked softly so as not to disturb the stillness of the land. She looked to gaze upon his golden eyes ablaze. They really were beautiful eyes if they could just not hide them the would could share in them too.