{ and in my dreams i've kissed your lips a thousand times }
Despite the moderate tension between Sabra and I upon that first night of her arrival to the Sanctuary as the thunder storm bit at her heels, I find myself often thinking of her and the people who are related to her. I distantly remember the first time the opalescent mare and I met upon a cliff in the northern kingdom of Nerine, and I remember looking over her shoulder and setting eyes upon the male twins cavorting not far off. For a year or two I forgot their names, lost as they were with the other names which did not immediately require my memorization; but in recent times, one name has been repeated a little too frequently for me to ignore.
Not that it's a bad thing; Warlight speaks of Raul the way that I always imagined I would speak of Solace, if I had known her when I was a young, spry mare. To think upon this makes me smile fondly, though I also ache for bearing the burden of knowing Solace's tentative plans for the upcoming years. Still, I shall not be without her, and in the same way, I hope that Will will not be without someone by her side, as she grows. Only time will tell whether that person will be Raul, but for now, he seems promising - he even went so far as to accompany my daughter on a kingdom visit as a guard, which is no small gesture.
Therefore, I hope that he shall not be startled by me returning the favour; I'm relatively terrible at being subtle, so that'll have to be the first thing the boy learns about his tentative mother in law.
In the morning hours, I track the lad's consciousness easily, smiling at his dreams or and politely blinding myself when the contents became of a personal nature. He drifts flickeringly between awake and asleep with lucid dreams that he may or may not remember come morning; but that is not what concerns me. Instead, when his dreamscape disappears entirely from my awareness, I think of a place not far from where he lay sleeping, and materialize there not long after, in the world of the awakened.
Panthera yawns beside me, having crept into my dream of her own accord and welcoming herself into this meeting. Brat, I think to her crossly, snapping her with the dark threads of my tail. The leopard growls playfully and grapples my hind leg, gnawing harmlessly on the bones there - until I kick her off with a sour snort, insisting that she behave.
Soothing my frazzled ends, I raise my antlered head and gently call for the male I know to be in the area, eager to make his acquaintance.
KAGERUS
Caretaker of The Sanctuary
Lover of Solace
Immortal, antlered Dreamweaver
"@[Raul]"