Laying beneath the stars, she watched her breath steam against the cold. For the hundredth time, Celandine cursed herself for not seeking out a sibling to curl up with. Even her thick Winter coat didn't seem to keep the chill from creeping into her bones, so the shared body heat would have been appreciated. Too proud to admit defeat, she pressed her muzzle into the plush fur of her tail, begging for sleep.
Although it did not come quick, somewhere in between shivers, and thoughts she fell into darkness. A foggy dream began, set in the Glen. Magnolia's were in full bloom, a comforting scent in the air. She could hear a voice, soft yet warm, calling her onward. The tone was so familiar, she could almost place it, and then it was gone. She was running, her tiny paws searching through the emptiness. A flash of white encouraged her. Almost there, a few more steps, and then she was falling.
Crashing back into reality, Celandine tried to compose herself. Nightmares were becoming a regular affair, but still they left her panting, the sound of blood pulsing in her ears. Knowing that sleep would be much more difficult to come by this time, she pulled herself up onto her haunches. Amber eyes turned upward, meeting the sky with all of it's strange twinkling lights. Was her mother looking at them too? Maybe Deacon, wherever his travels had taken him? Sighing, another puff of air fogged her vision for a moment, before fading away.