Sunbeam Lair you yes you

Her dreams, as they had come to be, were a pleasant place. They came to her early in her slumber and she succumbed to them easily, gliding along in some alternate reality while her body found repose in this one. Just as she was when earthside, nothing was bad and nothing was good — it just was, and because of that, it was divine. Olive found herself smiling softly in her sleep, curled into her own comfort, finding a source of warmth amongst herself and amongst the snows.

When the faintest of touch registered upon her faculties, the druid almost mistook it for Seabreeze, rustling and moving beside her. Imperceptibly and magnetically the ophelia leaned towards the other’s gravitational pull, unknowingly pulled to wakefulness by another’s nares. It then came to her that she was not in her home amongst the willows — in fact, she was very far from Elysium, and the idea that someone was so close to her suddenly became very, very concerning. Her ivy gaze peeled open and she saw that darkened figure of another that was not immediately identifiable; but that was not important at the moment; now she was aware of him, and she knew that he saw, and she knew that he knew.