In a dream, Ashlynn floated in the blissfully cool waters of a pond near the river Luath, staring up through the canopy of cedar and hemlock leaves that blocked out most of the stars, leaving only bright slivers of silvery moonlight to illuminate the tranquil forest around her.
"You see, my darling?" Nyrielle said from nearby as her lithe figure slid gracefully through the water with barely a ripple. "The hardest part is learning to relax, but once you do, you'll float as naturally as a leaf on the water."
For their first day spent sleeping together, Ashlynn had asked that they have 'nothing between them, in bed or in their dreams,' and Nyrielle had obliged when she pulled Ashlynn into a memory of her choosing to protect her lover's dreams.
