Ocean's Breath Plateau lotus root

In sleep, she could dream, and in dreams, she could forget what was true, and remember only what it was that her subconscious desired. 

In dreams, she danced through the ferns, dizzy as sun notes drifted around her, whirling featherlight on the breeze. All was green and lush and beautiful- save for the luminescent glow of her mate’s flaxen fur and glittering eyes. Here, she could see him again, move with him, and feel the radiance of his love.

She could not feel him when she reached for him, though- and it left her waking, aching with want. The green faded, to be replaced with the cool dark of brown earth, and cool at her flank where Dutch should have been.

She realized that something had awakened her, and a breath of air told her that it was Chakliux. She emerged, still sleepy-eyed and with bed-curls in her fur. The wave of her tail at her hocks was a courtesy, but nothing else. Wan and paled, Simbelmyne blinked against the daylight. 

Chakliux, She said softly, and her voice cracked. She cleared her throat. She shuffled her paws, looking down at her feet and trying to smoothe the ruffled fur at her shoulder, like a poor woman trying to pull a sweater a bit tighter. Apologies…Am just waking. She said.