[PRP] A Dream to Dream (Mahdi & Elune)

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[one over three]

Darkness, deep, warm, and welcoming. The day had been cold and blustery. The sort that made Mahdi want to holder her double wings tight against her body in an attempt to hold in the heat. She'd found a cave, and snuggled in. A little family of raccoons had crawled in after her, unnoticed by the much larger angeni, and crawled into the spaces around her body. She never realized where the extra warmth was coming from. Her body was comfortable, and her mind wandered into that welcoming darkness.

As she moved, one soft soled foot in front of the other the scenery shifted. She was in an old forest. The trees reached high and choked out anything that tried to grow beneath them. Looking up, the sky was filled with the bottom of an old oak, it's roots reaching down into the distant mountains. This was a good place. She set a hand on the nearest tree.

"Is this your dream?" she tilted her head and the bells in her hair chimed.
 

[Lunadriel]

Elune snuggled up next to Tokidoki with a misty-eyed smile as she watched him sleep. His chest heaved in slow, deep breaths as she listened to his song of slumber.
Lowering her head down she laid her chin on his front knee, next to his warm face.
The chill air stilled in the branches above her. The old oak sheltering them from the elements. As Elune slipped off to sleep she thought of some of her favorite lyrics. This always helped her to fall asleep.
As she silently played notes in her mind, a new song crept into her mind. One familiar yet old and not of her own design. She drifted to sleep pondering the tune. A twinkle of laughter called her into a dream after a couple of hours of darkness. Here, the wind rustled through summer leaves. The wise oak stood tall and appeared younger somehow. As if it might take up root and dance with dozens of hands reaching towards the sun. Elune heard the laughter again and realized it was her own.
Elune stood there not as a lady grown with a family. She stood there as a small frail child. Where others would have siblings and parents to play with, she was alone. In their place, a butterfly the color of night and gold flitted around Elune. The butterflies wings rang like faint bells as it flitted about.
The song Elune had been thinking about as she drifted into this dreamland, rang out from a mothers voice, with no mother to be seen. Only the tree stood there, looming over the fairy and the butterfly.