Taika listened attentively to her spirit kindred, her heart beating fast. She watched the experience bring Coquette to tears and could feel the salt start to sting her own eyes. Not only was she moved by the power of their connection, and their closeness in the dream reading, but her thoughts drifted back to her fairy dancer. His beauty in her eyes, the rush of feelings she felt when he stepped up to dance with her and the ache when he stepped away again. Even in the dreams she had been cold, though no bitter wind blew. The shadowed rock had always worried her, but she did not outright fear it. Coquette’s words settled and soothed her. Taika was fearful of very few things, she was not going to let the unknown mystery of this essence scare her to silence. She would let it pull her towards her, maybe even to see if a different tune would play.

Her creamy sister came to sit next to her. Whatever hesitation the Dream Speaker felt was not present in the gypsy girl. Taika leaned into her, quietly taking in the support and breathing in the instinctual comfort, just as moments ago they both enjoyed the instinctual play. “Thank you, sister. That brings me a lot of comfort. And guidance. She pulled away for a moment and studied Coquette with her crackled gaze. A soft smile played on her lips, her tail swaying calmly behind her. We should find your fairy. Then maybe you travel with the gypsies? She asked hopefully, her heart wanting to have this friend with her. You can help others with their dreams, rest your body when you need resting, and find a home when one calls to you. She offered a smile and a wag of her tail, hopeful for the woman who stood before her.