Dream.

[witchscauldron]

Short, brief.

A dark place, little light, breathing walls. Smoky, sacred-smell. Familiar. Rustling, unsettled air.

Hunted. Lionesses chasing, bearing down. Claws like obsidian, eyes like white fire. I run...I lose. I am marked, and I Change. I fly away.

A dark place, little light, breathing walls. Smoky, sacred-smell. Familiar. A swift movement, almost unseen.

A woman, coal black. Black skin, black hair, black fangs and black heart. Red drips from her fingernails, her claws. White fire burns in her eyes, is her eyes. I know her. She has tasted my flesh before.

She beckons. I awake.

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Moira thought that the previous dream referred to being fostered out, a common practice of the Tuatha - that you are sent as a child to live with another family to be raised and taught of the world, to bring different skills home with you when you return.

I don't know. I don't know why Sehkmet feels the need to keep "marking" me - it doesn't feel malicious when she wounds me, rather just like she is leaving a sign of her on my skin. I bleed, but it doesn't hurt in the dream...It just hurts like hell in this world. There aren't any marks, though...just a really horrid pain. Sehkmet is the protectress of Ra - so unless she percieves me to be a threat to the Sun God, I don't know why she'd keep doing this. In a previous encounter, she struck me as a sign of acceptance, but it was a different sort of dream.

Unless a Voidsinger is a threat to Ra...Mreh. I might be a moon bird, but I'm not much of a threat. I really don't know.

-M.