Neverwinter Forest Moon, a hole of light

the sleep was deep, yet the dreams stirred with a vividness she could not deny. the voice of a mother that came in like cool winter air.

"i must find for myself that you run with strange ones in a place they were not invited."

an exhale in her sleep, a soft flutter of eyelids. even in her dream she knew that this had been done in a way that was not tradition. but she was held while she slept and the scent of the space around them was uniquely theirs.

comforted.

the voice of a husband-to-be. his soothing touches roused her and begged sleep to wash from her vision. she blinked slowly, reaching out with a long limb for him.

already? a tired hum. uncertain if she was ready to face the day so soon!