Silvertip Mountain The panic of your dreams keeps you awake

Niita watched him settle down, smiling at his earlier comment. Even if he made her a bit uneasy she could count Phocion as a friend. It was good to have friends again. 

[indentNiita lay back down, pulling her tail over her muzzle once more. "I wish I could say the same.." She whispered to herself before calling out a louder, "Goodnight."

The pale waif closed her eyes, hoping that her dreams left her alone while in the company of another. Niita didn't want to scare Phocion by jerking awake with a yelp or having a night terror.