Hushed Willows Selectively after The Rain

Dante wasn't much of a restful spirit. He wasn't the type to take naps or sleep for long hours, nor one to hibernate when the weather was poor or stay in and have lazy mornings. Perhaps it was something to do with his mind, always full of new ideas, rambling and sputtering thought after thought in a way that hardly allowed for quiet peaceful moments or uninterrupted slumber. All this to say, sleep had never been something that came particularly easy for Dante. At least, until Lumiya. When he was alongside the silver wisp, something gentled in him. It was as though all the world slowed down for a moment, all the running thoughts and loud, demanding curiosity would just...quiet. He slept deep and dreamed deeper when he was beside her. 

Such a rest had gripped the young man that morning, leaving his dozing form unstirring when the argent woman first arose. When his eyes finally did blink open to find the spot beside him empty and his side bare of her warmth, it took the boy far too long for his mind to finally catch up to the fact that what had arisen him was the dulcet voice of exactly who he was missing. The mouse was on his feet quick as he could be, stumbling slightly from his resting place and picking his step up to a light trot. When he finally did emerge through the fog to see one familiar figure and one lesser-known face, a wide yawn escaped his lips. Dante's gaze flitted then to what he'd been called to witness- brilliant little rings of fungi blooming from the soil, all dressed up in lovely colors. Woah... he breathed out softly, eyes not straying from the sight for more than a moment or two to glance up at his packmates.