[SilkiyTea]

Name: Anira
Real Age: 11
Age In the Dream: 5
Dream Type: A Warm Dream
Subject: Invisible
 
The crowd was bustling. Her steps were light. The sun was bright, and high above. She walked, from place to place. A snow-covered city, a city full of trees, a city surrounded by walls, a city with plentiful shops. She walked through them, lost and confused. Small, and frightened. “Can you help me find my dad?” She asked, but they would walk past her, shove her away. Because she wasn’t there, not to them.
 
She found herself in a place most dark. Giant wolves howled and enormous snakes hissed. None of them noticed her. None of them saw her. Except for one, with a beast like skull and glowing green eyes. Its lantern swung from side to side, slow and steady. The light dashing away the shadows as it approached. Her eyes clenched shut, her shoulders tightened in fear.
 
“Where are you from, Pup?” The voice was indecipherable. No gender could be placed upon it, that of the Dreamwalker echoing peacefully through her. Her eyes open, but she is not greeted by the glowing green spheres or the animal skulled head. Instead it was a pale, sickly figure. Well dressed, but dirty and grimy. Her ears were warm and mousey, her smile was genuine but mischievous.
 
“Do you know where my Dad is?” Anira asked, her eyes wide and cautious. “Yeah, Pup. C’mon now.” The Rat’s hand was clean and kind, and it held Anira’s hand carefully. Her voice holding emotion, life and certainty. No longer indecipherable and genderless.
 
Everything was uncertain. The future, the past and the present. But a warmth guided her, and for a night she saw her Father again. She listened to his stories, and his laughter. He met all of her new friends, and some she missed, like the Rat which guided her. And, for just a little while, everything felt… Right.