Moonspear You are my summer

Wildfire felt almost envious that he could dream both frequently and vividly. Although the apparition sounded more nightmarish than anything, it didn't seem to bother Tevinter. She had never had the same dream twice, nor met anyone who had spoken to her, as far as she could remember. Her brow furrowed. She had never considered herself the most creative type, so maybe she just didn't have as much imagination as him. Or maybe there was more to it than that.

His mention of bears caused her focus to sharpen on the livid scars on his muzzle. "Really?" she asked quietly, amber gaze dropping to her feet. She was frightened of bears. Wildfire knew Floki was too, though that was not her business to share. She wasn't proud of her own fear but she would be honest about it. "They scare me. Do you know about the two that live around here? When we confronted them as a pack, I..." Wildfire trailed off, then swallowed. "Well, let's just say that's the moment I realized I really wasn't cut out to be a Warrior, after all," she admitted.

The topic had shifted in an unexpected direction again and Wildfire seized upon it. "If not bears, then what?" she prompted, warm eyes back near Tevinter's face. "Are you afraid of anything?" she added, in case he didn't understand. She had almost asked, What are you afraid of? but Wildfire could almost believe that this rugged young man in front of her was actually fearless.