Dreams were supposed to be where one could escape the harsh reality, but for Ashens she avoided sleeping. She did not like where her dreams took her. They were all memories of a time she did not need to remember.
Of a time when she was quite sane, and quite happy.
Loque rolled over and laid his head on her lap, a deep purr emitting from him as he went back to sleep. Ashens lifted a hand and ran her fingers through the short white fur that glowed an ethereal cobalt.
Song was curled around the huntress's shoulders, head tucked in at the base of her collarbone. Everything but her seemed to enjoy their dreams. She sighed and leaned her head back, eyes taking in the beauty of the stars. It certainly wasn't helping her mental state by not sleeping.
But eh, she didn't really care.