Ankyra Sound Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision

He closed the distance between them, and Tunerk sucked in a breath.

The scene was familiar to her. Mother, brother, aunt, or uncle—it was always somebody. She prepared for the inevitable; the moment when she would blink, and she would open her eyes and rouse from her dream. Always now, too, before she could really feel them. He came closer (don't blink, don't blink, don't blink) and Tunerk, wide-eyed, did not move to prevent this at all. No defenses were set, and she found her neck stretching toward him, too...

She felt him! Now she started some, but did not move away. Her tail picked up its pace, a good dream, don't blink!, but her eyes hurt, and she needed to soon.

Blink.

He was still there. Brother? she dared ask now, unwilling to take a single step away, even to get a better look at him. Her tone held all the hope in the world, now, and was lacking in doubt. She believed. She trusted. Real.