Sun Mote Copse we are biding our time, for these myths to unwind

Dream sequence.

Elfie was dealing with his mother's loss way better than Weejay and Eljay. He had been angry and upset for a day or two, but being a practical fellow even at this young age, he had woken up one morning and decided to stop being sad. Mom was not in the picture anymore and as more days passed, her loss felt less and less acute, until she had become a faint memory of a time that had once been and was not anymore. 

With the move to the crowded, but cozy corners of his grandparents, Elfie had full-paws of stuff to do. He was never in want for anything - he was showered in attention, he had plenty of food, whenever he wished it (and his persisting voracious appetite was the only sign that not all was fine and dandy with him as it appeared) and he had four, little aunts and uncles as his minions to play with and to boss around. 

Eljay was not much fun these days, though being a good dad, he did his best to provide for his children. But even, when Elfie played with him, he could feel that Eljay's mind was elsewhere. Soon his namesake left him in peace. He had come to the simple conclusion that, if adults were gods of his universe, they were smart enough to deal with their problems on their own as well.

The only person that truly worried him was Weejay, because nothing Elfie tried to do to make her smile, seemed to work. She was wrapped inside her grief and was unreachable by her doting brother. Many a time he would generously share a particularly great toy or invite her to play along, but eventually all he could do was to cuddle up right next to his sister every evening and guard her sleep. Hoping that one day the little flower princess would awaken from her sadness and smile again. 

Either because of his sincere wish to help his sister or because he had a very strong connection to her, having shared the same quarters from conception to birth to this very moment, he was able to materialize in the girl's dream. As a pudgy, fluffy, red-furred puppy, in a pink tutu and a crown made of flowers on his head. Seeing himself as this, made him thing that this dream had happened once before. And there was his sister running at something so bright and shiny that the boy had to squint his eyes in order not to let it blind him. 

"Weeeej!" he called out to her. "What did you do?"