Hushed Willows where the world is in the making

That night he dreamed something very strange: he was back in the Elysian mountains, following carefree at Nine's heels. The younger man was saying something — bragging, maybe; Kin loved to hear him brag, even if he complained — when he suddenly dropped out of sight. "Nine!" he called, and rushed to the cliffside, only to see his sworn brother leaping easily from peak to peak, down the steep side of the precipice he'd led Kincaid up to.

"Come on, old man!" @Nine Lives called up to him.

"Which way did you go?"

But Nine was unwilling to lead him, and was soon so far down that Kin had no hope of reaching him. He looked behind him and could not see the path they'd taken to the top, and below him again to see his brother growing smaller in the distance. "Nine!" he screamed, and then he jumped.

Kin woke from a fitful rest beside @Eleuthera with a powerful need to stretch his legs. Coated both in the woman's scent, and in the whisper-and-rose scent of the woods, he felt safe enough slipping away and into the cool of the night.

Soon, he found himself sitting at the edge of a creek lit by fireflies, marveling at the ethereal quality of the place. The wonders never ceased to amaze him; he could see quite easily how a place like this had turned out a girl like Eleuthera.

For @Lumiya; all other tags for reference.