[ eternal youth ] - open; dream

[daniel]

Dreams were weird, were they not? Danny never remembered his. They came and went and when he was awake come morning, he did the same. Continued on with his day. They all felt very vague and unimportant anyway, what was the point of focusing on something that didn’t hold enough importance to be remembered anyway? He thought once or twice that maybe one of them would have the secrets to finding his mother, which did still sound ridiculous even to him, admittedly. But he was still holding on, and growing more desperate the longer she was gone. Less in the way he was before, being a little bit younger and a little more scared, and more in the way you’d worry about the state of a missing person. He was growing more concerned she was dead. So he found himself digging through the subconscious imagery of his sleep cycle every once in a while, thinking maybe there was something he missed, or remembered deep down that could lead him somewhere. There was not, but there was something unusual all the same. Little consistencies here and there. Things he didn’t remember ever seeing, considering his age and the fact the Typhoon’s grounds were the only other place he’d lived, but they felt real. And vibrant too, like a memory of sorts rather than just another dream. It wouldn’t have bothered him if it hadn’t kept repeating itself. Things like, like a field or...or a building he didn’t know the name of. Sure wasn’t a ship. And more faces! Faces that didn’t belong to anyone here, and names he didn’t recall. At least, he didn’t think so, he hadn’t met everyone yet he didn’t think. There were terms he knew and yet didn’t understand, things he felt like he ought to ask about. And stars. Lots and lots of stars.

Waking up just before sunrise, Danny stumbled downstairs from the upper level of the tavern where he’d been taking up residence since his arrival, yawning with a high pitched whine at the end and shaking out his fur until the sound of his ears smacking against his skull was audible. He wanted to see the sky just as the sun began to show itself, the pinks and oranges were fascinating. So he did, trying his best not to wake anyone up, shivering against the crisper, colder air of the early morning. He found himself accidentally stepping in a small, isolated puddle of water in the sand, catching him off guard. He stared at it, then looked up at the sky directly above. The stars hadn’t gone away just yet, still sparkling overhead, and reflecting in the water. Something told him to dig through the dip in the sand, and he did, starry water moving around his paw. All there was of course was more sand, some shell bits, and a little polished rock from the sea’s waves. Danny rolled it around in his paws, deciding to keep it. It was a good rock, that was what he decided the drive was. Cool rock.

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