Speaking In a Dream

At first, Sophia is skeptical of Perrine's intentions, but follows him nonetheless, Honey by her side. The wolf-dog sniffs at everything they pass, getting familiar with the new world she is stepping into. At the wall, the white haired woman raises an eyebrow. “What is this?” She asks in a soft tone. “I’m not exactly comfortable being underground, honestly.”

It reminds her too much of that night when the twister took everything. Though, the night had also been a blessing she still fears all the what ifs attached to it.

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“Do you not wish to wake up?” Khunara inquires as she sits down by him to avoid falling into the sand. She knows it will bring her no harm, but wishes to pick at Finlay’s brain a bit more, to get information he is unable to give in the real world. Using her control over dreams is not something she often wishes to do, but if it will help him, she will do it. “Sleeping does no good but leave you locked up within your own mind and body. You do not get to live and thrive.”

Tilting her head, she thinks and dips a hand into the sand around them. It is grainy and uncomfortable, the arcing lightning striking in other places to form stretches of glass roots. She understands the fears this boy suffers from, but if he lets his fears win, he will never be able to move forward with life.

“Your body is healing in the real world,” She persists as her hand rises from the sand, pulling a strong and sturdy fishing rod out for him. “Try this. It will help.” She offers the new fishing rod to Finlay, her deep brown eyes full of kindness and concern for him. “Wouldn’t you rather be fishing in an ocean?”