Light from the nearly full moon shone into a lone window rimmed with gold. Silver eyes opened suddenly. The gold dragoness lifted her head off of her pillow. She looked down at the soft, hot pink fabric her bed was made of. It was just a dream. She'd been dreaming a very vivid dream.
She'd dreamt that she was a feline, laying with three others. She'd dreamt of waking up and seeing a shadow stalking towards her. The last thing she'd seen before waking up, was large sharp fangs. Cavvile woke in the bed next to hers.
"Nakir? Something wrong?" he asked without lifting his head.
"Yes. Do you remember the realm you banished Zari to? I had a dream that..." she stopped talking when she realized Cavvile had fallen asleep again.
Mumbling to herself, Nakir rose to her feet and quietly exited the room. She ambled to a balcony overlooking the landscape. Mountains could be seen in the horizon. Closer to the leviating palace, she saw a lush forest. Her dream, she knew, was about a cat in the realm where Zari would spend the rest of her life. She recalled no greenery from the dream. Only a backgroud of grey.
The star was supposed to lead Zari to a peaceful forest, but would the banished cat make it there?
She sensed death. Death was close to Zari, disturbingly close. The gold dragoness wondered if she should send help.
"Mother?"
She looked down to see Niz staring up at her with concered eyes. Oh, why should it matter what happens to Zari? She thought at first. But she was a gold dragoness, and her position required her to take the high road. "Just a dream," she said to her hatchling.
"Was it a special dream?"
"Yes, but you needn't worry. It's not like the last one."
"But someone's in danger?"
"Yes. Zari is."
"You'll help her though, right?"
She admired her hatchling. Niz had a kinder and more forgiving heart than Nakir herself had. She gazed lovingly at her battle-scarred offspring and replied, "I'll do what I can to take care of it, myself."