D’ziel woke up. It was still early, Pounce still slept and Hocteth had not yet stirred. His face contorted in frustration and he stared at the ceiling. Why had he been so level minded in his dream? It wasn’t fear, not anger that woke him. It was a simple thought that everyone has at some point wished to have in their more unpleasant dreams.
‘This is not real.’
Shards, He had like a moment where he let himself believe it, one little bit of euphoric delusion.
He had been… somewhere, he had a hard time remembering if it was a place in Rainbow Mists or Ice Stone. Elora was there, he was thinking she hated him, he was going to slink away again. But she had called to him, informed him that she trusted him, wanted him to help her. He had been crying for joy, and they had one long hug before-
‘This is not real.’
“Shards.” It wasn’t coming back. Things could not just be repaired like that. He turned over but the dream didn’t fade like so many others that he had. He could still feel the tears streaming down his checks, the warmth of a hug, the intensity of that moment of forgiveness. What might have been in that dream otherwise faded, but that part of the dream did not.