Sleepy Fox Hollow From outside of time

Elfie enjoyed an early lunch with a small pika he had caught. It was a small victory for him, because it had been a while, since he had hunted on his own and been successful. Headaches had not bothered him much either and daydream figures (as he called them) sometimes entered his vision, but now they were just scintillating transparent images without sound or smell or sense of presence. 

He found that they were easier to ignore, if he was busy and focussed on something else. Like hunting or tracking, or seeking green plants for Maegi. Yes, that he was going to do after he finished his meal. Maybe he could find more moss - she had been so happy about it the last time. Or... hmmm... he paused mid-chew, wrapped in a memory of warm summer day and a little, well-cared for flower garden. The boy closed his eyes and held his breath, wishing to keep the vivid image in his mind longer.