Aveera Nyaalie: 04 - Dreaming
A startled scream awoke Aveera Nyaalie from a deep sleep. Until she opened her lavender eyes to see her cousin Kaie staring at her in shock, she did not realize that the shout had been ripped from her own throat. At six years old, Aveera still had not figured out how to control her reactions in the physical world to events in the Dream World. Luckily, her thrice-great grandmother and teacher assured her that she would learn soon enough. Until then, though, her roommate sometimes had a rude awakening. “You okay, ‘Veera?” her best friend in the whole sithen asked.
Rolling onto her side, Aveera wrapped her arms around her pillow. “I’m okay,” she whispered back. For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was the casual shifting of the two girls as they tried to get comfortable. “I dreamt about [i]him[/i] again.” She sighed softly. Across the room, she heard Kaie rise. Within a minute, the edge of her bed dipped as her cousin joined her. “He is growing up faster than we are,” she admitted, somewhat sadly. Obviously, if he grew up too quickly, she would not have a chance to catch up.
Kaie laid her head on Aveera’s lap, allowing the younger girl—by three months—to run chubby fingers through her long, jet-black hair. “Is he? Will you tell me about the dream?” Kaie half-begged. She knew that Aveera would describe what she saw, because the duo had shared all of Aveera’s past dreams about the brownish-blonde headed little boy with the mischievous brown eyes. From the time when he had discovered the murdered bodies of his grandparents in the Welsh sithen to the birth of both his siblings, Kaie waiting impatiently for the little boy to enter Aveera’s dreams.
Of course, since Kaie was the prescient one, she often wondered why [i]she[/i] didn’t get to have the dreams. However, Maighoa told the girls that any number of reasons could have influenced it. For example, perhaps the little boy in Aveera’s dreams was long grown and was simply remembering his own childhood. Or, maybe, Aveera had a link to the child that Kaie did not. Still, in the end, Aveera shared the details with her. So, it was nearly as good as having the dreams herself.
Aveera’s gently worked the tangles from Kaie’s hair, absently fanning the mass out. “He is still skinny, just taller. One of his brothers was with him, too. He was playing in a large tree, like the one Aunt Siene said she saw on the Material Plane. Then, his brother changed to his alternate form… He’s a cat, like you. But, bigger… so he could climb the tree, too. When he got to the top, though, he couldn’t get down. So, being the big brother, he tried to help the cub down. When the cub pounced, though, he knocked him from the tree.” Kaie gasped, causing Aveera to nod. “The fall hurt him, but I woke up before I found out how bad.”
Aveera and Kaie lapsed back into silence as they considered the import of the dream. Finally, though, the two yawned their way back to drowsiness. Eventually, Aveera laid down so Kaie could snuggle up to her. Just before she fell asleep, she heard Kaie whisper, “I’m glad we don’t have little brothers that push us from trees.” Nodding her agreement, Aveera slipped back into dreams of war and death. When she woke, she wished that her dream friend had returned.
Rolling onto her side, Aveera wrapped her arms around her pillow. “I’m okay,” she whispered back. For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was the casual shifting of the two girls as they tried to get comfortable. “I dreamt about [i]him[/i] again.” She sighed softly. Across the room, she heard Kaie rise. Within a minute, the edge of her bed dipped as her cousin joined her. “He is growing up faster than we are,” she admitted, somewhat sadly. Obviously, if he grew up too quickly, she would not have a chance to catch up.
Kaie laid her head on Aveera’s lap, allowing the younger girl—by three months—to run chubby fingers through her long, jet-black hair. “Is he? Will you tell me about the dream?” Kaie half-begged. She knew that Aveera would describe what she saw, because the duo had shared all of Aveera’s past dreams about the brownish-blonde headed little boy with the mischievous brown eyes. From the time when he had discovered the murdered bodies of his grandparents in the Welsh sithen to the birth of both his siblings, Kaie waiting impatiently for the little boy to enter Aveera’s dreams.
Of course, since Kaie was the prescient one, she often wondered why [i]she[/i] didn’t get to have the dreams. However, Maighoa told the girls that any number of reasons could have influenced it. For example, perhaps the little boy in Aveera’s dreams was long grown and was simply remembering his own childhood. Or, maybe, Aveera had a link to the child that Kaie did not. Still, in the end, Aveera shared the details with her. So, it was nearly as good as having the dreams herself.
Aveera’s gently worked the tangles from Kaie’s hair, absently fanning the mass out. “He is still skinny, just taller. One of his brothers was with him, too. He was playing in a large tree, like the one Aunt Siene said she saw on the Material Plane. Then, his brother changed to his alternate form… He’s a cat, like you. But, bigger… so he could climb the tree, too. When he got to the top, though, he couldn’t get down. So, being the big brother, he tried to help the cub down. When the cub pounced, though, he knocked him from the tree.” Kaie gasped, causing Aveera to nod. “The fall hurt him, but I woke up before I found out how bad.”
Aveera and Kaie lapsed back into silence as they considered the import of the dream. Finally, though, the two yawned their way back to drowsiness. Eventually, Aveera laid down so Kaie could snuggle up to her. Just before she fell asleep, she heard Kaie whisper, “I’m glad we don’t have little brothers that push us from trees.” Nodding her agreement, Aveera slipped back into dreams of war and death. When she woke, she wished that her dream friend had returned.
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