Ouroboros Spine Asiguk

At once, her father’s voice soothes the ruffles in her coat.

Samani padded toward him swiftly, burying her peachy nose into the thick of his fur. She knew that he would help settle the restlessness that had followed her dream. And almost as if he had known, Aiolos asked his daughter if she had experienced a nightmare. Samani continued to breathe in the warmth of his figure and allowed herself to be softened by the repetition in his breath.

Yes, she muttered quietly into his fur. When she pulled back, her jadestone gaze searched his face.

Do dreams tell us things? Samani asked her father, ears drawn to a point. He would surely know.