Dawnlark Plains a little wrinkle in time, make you pull the iron out

Thyme thought about it, how often he had dreams. Not often, but when he slept it was always quick and not very deep. He was on his own and sleeping for too long could be dangerous. Who knows, maybe when he was able to sleep for longer hours he might get a visit from lwa. Interesting. I don't think I sleep deep enough to make a connection then.

He watched her go off to hunt. He sat down, waiting. She clearly didn't even need his help because she returned with a meal. He whooped with her in celebration. A smile quirked upon his lips. Thank you Sogbo. And good job Chani, he complimented. Moral support, he agreed. This did make him think. Perhaps he did no longer wish to be on his own. Maybe he should find a place to settle. If I want to see you again, where can I find you?