Her dreams had been pleasant, when she could see them and remember them. Black and white scenes, faint reminders of the past. She embraced them in her dreams, rather than shun them. Traveling with Indru as they tried to uncover the source of the water disappearance, meeting Marsh, watching Weldering and her sister challenge Ruiko and Indru. In her dreams she could relive these times, emotions and all, yet still wake up none the wiser, most of the time. It was some subconscious way of dealing with the events of her past. In her waking hours, she was bitter, angry for all the things that shaped her childhood, turned her into what she had been. Watching her friend threaten her brothers, her caretakers. And then watching both of those caretakers eventually disappear and abandon her. It was hard to tell, but Borlla was very family-oriented. Time and time again she'd spoken against them, but she knew, deep inside, that she'd always be a Tainn. But she just had to be the best one. Make up for all the wrongs that her family had done to each other. Borlla would not watch her new family dissolve like her birth family had. It would not happen.
Paws scrabbled lightly against the dirt as she blindly dreamed, her cheeks puffing, faint little woofs tainting the silence. The mist stirred outside, the sun grew stronger, and morning began. <b style="color:#32527a">"speech."