(A)waken -- [Leuda + Myrria]

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A realm of infinite possibilities, the plane within which dreams rested existed as Leuda's pride and joy. Every dream she encountered was treated as if it were a young child; nurtured, cared for, and groomed until it came to be a restful encounter for the protagonist within.

She did not always enter dreams, no, but she often knew the contents of such things with relative ease. Discovering who and what lay within was a matter of magic and that was that, really. There needed to be no other explanation given.

As such, the Fae had entered only one individual's dreams consecutively throughout her lengthy life and that person's dreams were no longer within her reach. Try as she might, Leuda could not find Cricket. The vampire had... intrigued... the fairy to the point that they'd talked upon multiple occasions and, eventually, become smitten with one another.

Relations with those not of her ken had been the subject of fairy tales and speculation in all situations prior to the discovery of the red-headed she-devil and, because of this, had been something Leuda'd been unprepared for. Love was something uncalled for and certainly something she'd enjoyed while it lasted.

Woe was she, though, to have lost Cricket's mind so suddenly and without any trace of her mind left. As far as she could tell, the vampire had not died somehow, but Leuda couldn't enter her mind. It seemed as if it'd changed.... And yet, the Dreamer slept on, trying to enter the mind that was barred to her endlessly.

Her physical form rested not far from where Cricket had first entered Vesmora; her appearance there had likely resulted in Leuda first detecting her consciousness, but her travels had included the fairy's ability to locate and enter her dreams... A change in location had, simply, not been what ended their communication so suddenly. No, there'd been outside intervention, as far as she could determine, but the nature of such was yet unknown to her.

And so, the multi-colored canine lay sleeping curled beneath the roots of a tree, her slumber troubled and deep.
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[Mal]

Pale blue wings that mimicked the sky overhead gently beat the air as the dragon reached the edges of Vesmora's forests, her sharp eyes on the lookout for a particular bluescale. The skies were empty save for her and the birds, but it didn't hurt to be careful.

Some weeks had passed since the events at the volcano's peak, but Myrria knew that Narrae would still be searching for her, even after all this time. She wouldn't rest until the witch had been killed and lay dead at her feet. This fact didn't worry her as much as one might think, since she lived outside of Vesmora now and would never be found by the blue.

Myrria felt confident in her safety, enough that she did make an occasional visit back to her home land to check things out and maybe spy on those connected to Narrae if she could. That, and she had to move the small hoard she'd collected from her lair close to the mountains.

Her eyes flicked down to the trees below as she sought a sizeable clearing in which to land. From there, she knew she would have to walk; it was the only way she could travel undetected through this land, where Narrae's eyes were sure to be plenty by now. The witch found an area and landed with a soft thump, leathery wings rasping against her star flecked scales as she eyed the trees, and the shadows in between. There was no one there, at least as far as she knew, which was good.

She moved towards a large, twisted tree that dominated the clearing, its age apparent in the faded bark and twisting roots that spread out like grasping fingers. The witch looked it over for a moment with little interest and deemed it an appropriate spot to rest; she needed to, after such a long flight, before she would be able to walk anywhere. She lay herself down against its roots and released a sigh, watching the clearing as she slowly regained her strength.