Dragoncrest Cliffs a waking dream

Astera carefully rearranged the items in her seaflower den, to create space for the mossy stag antler. She took a moment from her reorganization to admire the gift, graciously given to her by @Val. She was not the first owner, that was for sure, as shown by the tooth marks on its ivory surface. She pondered its origins, the marks were to large to be made by her siblings. The moss proved that it had been left untouched for at least a few months. 

Something about it smelled familiar. Closing her eyes, Astera tried to remember. A rocky abode, sequoia trees reached towards the sun. Stumbling, falling, only to be caught on the edge of a cliff. One scent on the antler stood out and...

a memory awoke inside her.

Astera jolted awake from her dream, but she hadn't even been sleeping.