"Morning guys." The green boy rubs his eyes, sauntering to the ops room on a Monday morning.
"How was your slumber, friend Beast Boy?"
Dreams and how they connected to Magic.
Ravens was a spell-binder, a mistress of magic and for that magic, she refused to let consume her. Often, it gnawed at her stomach, the desire to cast overflowing from the dam, channeling itself through her body, flowing through her veins that pulsed with a mighty beat. Her fingertips sparked with black monsters when angry and goo would seep from her being when sad, so she kept her hood up and emotions to tight. Nevertheless, the power still gnawed. To fight evil and to heal, she drove her power to do. However, there was another reason for her power's existence.
Often, she would phase into Beast Boy's wall, cast a charm to his mind, wiping away the nightmares that usually ravaged, bungling memories with a sense of horror. With the breath, she calmed those storms, remaining awake for the majority of the night just to be sure. Why she did this?
She would do anything to stop a boy's screaming in the night.
"How was your slumber, friend Beast Boy?"
"Good, thank you!"
Behind her hood, she gave a weak smile.
Not that he would remember, but he use to scream a lot.
