Even in her dreams, Scylla’s mind doesn’t give her a respite. She has often dreamed of how her life could have been had her mother not been separated from Encantador and El Aran, moreso after she’d met Orhan. She has seen herself running through the desert sand alongside Orhan, sometimes with other siblings that could have existed, given different circumstances. Whenever Khaleesi is present, she feels guilty that in that dream world, Myrcella would not exist.
Her deepest desire, the one that will go with her to her grave, is that Encantador had gotten to her mother before Anawar, changing her paternity and allowing her to truly feel a part of the desert family. Scylla has realized over the years that she had been little more than an outsider at the reunion, despite Dany’s best efforts. Because of being deprived of true family growing up, she’d desperately wanted to fit in. She’s never managed it, then or since.
She’d hoped that with Orhan she would have been able to finally experience that familial bond, which is why she’d been so angry when Evren had told her of Orhan’s death. Her anger had never actually been toward Evren, only herself, and she had lashed out. She’d waited too long in following Orhan back to the desert, thus screwing herself over.
She’s reached that state where she’s half-aware of reality but unwilling to let go of her dream world, so it’s less of a shock when she feels a knock to her knees. She snorts abruptly, her black nose brushing the dying grass as she swings her head around to search for what has disturbed her. Expecting to see some kind of bird or varmint, her eyes peer blearily at the area around her.
She’s surprised at the white legs that seem to appear out of nowhere and follows them up to the body they’re attached to. Her eyes widen in surprise as she drinks in the sight of the very one who has haunted her thoughts since their one and only meeting. She’s not entirely convinced she isn’t still dreaming.
”It’s okay, I’m okay,” she says, her voice gravelly with sleep. She blinks hard, desperate to clear the last of the cobwebs from her still-tired brain. Eventually she’s gonna crash hard. ”Hello, Evren.”