The dreams were troubled tonight, their intensity heightened by hidden moon which didn’t hinder their twinkling lights tonight. Most time they were things she didn’t fully grasp, flashes and pieces of things she would never really understand, but tonight as the abstract shapes and images danced in her head they cleared suddenly and coalesced into a series of image that caused her heart to accelerate. Finally her brilliant eyes of sunset gold and midnight violet snapped open, her mouth dropping open in a heavy pant as she tried to orient herself in the darkness. This had only happened once or twice before, and while she had never been given straightforward advice on such situations what she had gleaned from her uncle Starfall that the knowledge given to them was not meant to be shared, but as the sun was beginning to lighten the edges of the sky she had no doubts about what she had to do.

Had it been someone else she might have thought twice about it before her white tipped legs gathered beneath her slender frame and she was running at all out sprint, but she couldn’t, not in this instance. Deftly she leapt the roots and brush that littered the forest floor gracefully despite the darkness, she could navigate her home if her eyes close if necessary, until she arrived in front of the familiar den. “Zelda!” she cried not caring who heard her, the word tinted with a whine, pawing nervously for a split second. “Zelda, a dream… it’s your uncle!” A part of her regretted it the moment the words left her mouth, knowing it wasn’t their place to interfere but she couldn’t ignore it, not when it concerned her best friend, someone more than her best friend. She crouched for a moment, whining once more before she whirled around sharply and took off toward the boarders of Taviora knowing the chestnut form of her friend would be close behind.

It was hard to know exactly where she needed to go, her dreams consisting of more emotion and vague shapes than details and setting. She had seen one thing in startling clarity amongst the terror, a crooked tree she knew hung near the western fields. They ran with the sun rising behind them, dimming the stars even as they began to shine brighter where they trailed across her brow and down her slim back. She came to a hard stop as the trees parted and the scene unfolded before them, her nose twitching at the myriad of scents which clung to the thick air. Her split eyes danced across the carcass of the dear lying motionless but much more terrifying was the body of the forest guardian’s body lying quite similarly next to it. The look on her face should have been more shocked and afraid, but she had been expecting to see this all laid out before them. Her soft features turned to Zelda, a sad acceptance on her face despite the situation. She had done her part, regardless of what the consequences for her interference might be at least she had tried.