Sleeping Dragon Onyx

portia grew curious, though she wasn't sure she understood-- not fully, anyway. "i've seen my mother in dreams before," she said, her ears cupping forward, "not for a while-- drageda seems to have calmed her spirit-- but she would always express her distaste for my life choices. it was not so much warning as it was a reoccurring dream, as it was always the same... but she was always there." somehow she felt this was different, and her ears fell again-- eyes narrowing to the ground.

"your dreams are a different thing entirely though, i suppose?" she then asked, a smile gracing her lips. she was interested, at least, she was just-- for some reason-- unable to fully wrap her mind around the concept. her mother was one wolf, and it always felt like the same dream over and over, a whole bloodline of leaders must be incredible, and to actually gain intel from them? how wild. or perhaps she was misinterpreted this whole thing, but that was where her mind wandered to.