Dragoncrest Cliffs tanpèt lannwit

There was soft emerald green grasses. A watercolor of flowering vines all around. Sweet scents and cascading freshwater all around. There are butterflies which she trots towards, snapping her jaws with a laughter. Then burning wood. Bright earth eyes capture her and then all at once and with a blink, gone. 

When Shadess woke, it was only with an eagerness. The same eagerness she had for swimming to the Thoughtstone. If not more. Now she wanted to leave the Thoughtstone and did so when came, her moments swiftly, determined. 

She would race to her mother with heavy pants, almost unable to breath and slumped into a sit until she was able to do so. She would explain her dream to her mother then. Please, what does it mean?! Her pine eyes would plead.