It seems the kind of thing that would be nice to dream about, however I have no pack, [she shares with him, all the while leaning or canting her head into his scratching, rubbing fingers. Vocally, she mumbles, plainly relishing. And the tone in the voice out of her thoughts doesn't sound too put out. She's merely answering.]
And my first children passed long ago. I think much of the time I do dream about that: better interference to their being taken. The mind is unavoidable when you sleep, perhaps. I still have dreams about how I was progressing before El Nysa, the current step, then the next one. I dream about things human eyes can't always see, which might be difficult to explain. Running is involved a lot; ferocity, too. I think I dream that I'm whole, and bigger, and can do more than what I can do now.
[For a moment, she wonders if she should share that she dreams about being seen, and about the beginning, but is concerned it could be too much. She steps back a little to shake out, then move into a groaning stretch.] Had you somewhere to be, and now I've kept you? Could I stroll with you, and you can tell me of your horse?
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And my first children passed long ago. I think much of the time I do dream about that: better interference to their being taken. The mind is unavoidable when you sleep, perhaps. I still have dreams about how I was progressing before El Nysa, the current step, then the next one. I dream about things human eyes can't always see, which might be difficult to explain. Running is involved a lot; ferocity, too. I think I dream that I'm whole, and bigger, and can do more than what I can do now.
[For a moment, she wonders if she should share that she dreams about being seen, and about the beginning, but is concerned it could be too much. She steps back a little to shake out, then move into a groaning stretch.] Had you somewhere to be, and now I've kept you? Could I stroll with you, and you can tell me of your horse?