[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] By the Cave
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] Dreams! … NIGHTMARES! [/center]


 Satilla now quickly drifted into the land of dreams. She felt warm and cozy at first, with the fire being around, then there was the cat next to her stomach, keeping it warm also. She was calm and relaxed, dreaming about the little nice things in her life. Her early childhood before her family was killed, her few years when she settled down and actually had nice life. It was all fine, in a way only good reams can deliver, but sadly as it usually was the case, such overly good dreams ended in the worst of nightmares.

 She was slightly stirring in her place as the peace in her mind was destroyed by the worst of memories she had. The years with her mistress... the time the villagers she kept safe and healthy turned onto her at the first signs of plague. The flashes of steel... the barking of the hounds...THE HOUNDS. Her breathing sped up as her stirring only increased. She rolled in her sleep, tears running down her cheeks. Skittles realized what had happened and quickly repositioned himself next to her head, snugging against her neck, keeping her warm and giving her a soft sensation of having something fluffy next to her neck. It made her calm down a little.