Taika was almost bewitching in how I was drawn to her as we danced and played during our search for Quixote. The draw is unexplainable, but unmistakable, it just feels right. One more objective might call me weary from companion fatigue, Taika being the first person my age I've interacted with for some time who isn't my brother. And so Taika and I carry on until my mind meanders to the unknowns surrounding me; my brother is out there, and I have no idea what "out there" even is. I pay rapt attention as my new sister excitedly tells me of the lands she has seen. I make special note to take Quixote to the beaches of Glorall, as the only concept of sand either of us have is the alternately muddy and rocky rivers of our home. Spirane and Asteria each invoke their own conflicting level of interest and the curiosity is too much to bear if the mention of a place can cause such despondence to fall across Taika's pretty face. My own brow furrowed as I struggled for words but thought better of speaking, sensing Asteraia to be a topic for later. Holding my tongue was the right course as Taika quickly rights herself and begins telling me of the roving wolf pack, if it could be thought of as such only for the sake of argument. That certainly sounds like us. I begin with a chuckle and a smile, We've been traveling for quite some time, Quixote always wanted to see the world and after the fire… The high falls out from under me and it is my turn to grimace in an overflow of homesickness. I don't mean to be vague, it just hurts to think of the field of ash we left behind. My family, my friends, my people deserved better…

Thankfully, before too long, Taika snapped me out of my daze and my energy was directed to a better place and there isn't enough sadness in the world to keep me from being excited to talk about the Dreams. A wistful smile creeps across my face as I look past the red girl in front of me, look past the trees, the forest and out past space itself. Oh, I couldn't begin to imagine what causes the seasons to change or the stars to move, but I know it follows the same ebb and flow all things do. Dreams, the Dreams of my and my br- our brother's namesake, are beautiful gifts from the Moon herself. My gaze returns to Taika, silver eyes glistening for a reason only relevant to enforce my ongoing exposition. You see, one female in every generation of Silver Bloods is touched by the Moon - my silver eyes - and is gifted with the ability to draw foresight and prophecy from her Dreams. Dreams can tell us much about our past, and our future. Do you have a dream you would like me to interpret for you? I can hardly contain my excitement, Quixote has had little patience for "the old ways" since the fire and so I've kept my Dreams mostly to myself- that is- until I came here. Here I can be myself again, more or less, and share my passion and talents with my new family.