Necessary Details: BTTF is the Bobs'. Aislin and Lisa are mine. You should all know this by now.
Aislin stamped his hoof. He wasn't counting on the clocks in the dream to wake her. But, no matter. All he had to do was wait for her to go back to bed and he could…
"Why isn't she going back to bed?"
Lisa was walking out of her room, out of the Hall O' Rooms (the long hallway where all the bedrooms in Lisa's house were located), and…
Out of the house, fully dressed in jeans, sweatshirt, and her infamous red jacket.
Where does she think she's going? Aislin thought to himself, carefully keeping them hidden so Lisa couldn't hear him.
Slowly, quietly, the stallion followed Lisa as she walked away from the house. Two enormous, glowing, yellow-gold feathered wings emerged from her back.
Uh oh, Aislin thought. If she took to the air, he'd have a harder time tracking her.
But, instead, she just walked toward the lone tree in front of her house and climbed up onto the lowest branch, which was bent like a seat. She pulled something from the pocket of her jacket, brought her hands to her mouth, and Aislin could hear a soft, haunting melody as the breeze carried it to his ears. Lisa was playing her pan flute.
Aislin didn't recognize the song, but he knew it was one Lisa played when she felt alone, scared, or troubled about something.
Well, at least he was getting her to think about the situation. Now, if only she would go back to bed, he could complete his mission for tonight.
Unfortunately, as Aislin watched the moon glide across the star-dappled, purplish-blue sky, hours passed and Lisa went through her entire repertoire of slow, almost sad songs, reflecting her feelings like a musical mirror.
Yawning, the stallion folded his legs and set himself down on the multicolored grass, nibbling a little on the blades and trying not to make too much noise. Lisa's ears were just about as good as a unicorn's.
He didn't even know he'd fallen asleep until he felt the sun's rays on his nose, where his head had drooped out from the canopy of forest trees.
Waking with a start, Aislin jumped to his feet the moment he realized Lisa had left her perch. He had to pause a moment to make sure he didn't get the signal that she had entered REM sleep.
She hadn't. All night.
All right, then. Where could she have gone?
The only plausible conclusion he could come up with was that she went back to the house, so he headed that way. When he got to the building, he made a thorough circle around it, looking in all the windows, but Lisa was nowhere to be seen.
Cursing a little in the unicorn language, Aislin stomped his hoof again. "Where could she be?" he asked no one in particular, berating himself for falling asleep in the line of duty.
He searched for several hours before giving up. He had asked everyone he could find and no one had seen Lisa all day.
Aislin sighed. If he couldn't find Lisa, he wouldn't be able to finish what he wanted to do.
No, that wasn't quite true. There was one, final thing he could do. However, it would take nearly all his energy to pull off. If it worked, he'd be unconscious for several hours while his body recuperated.
I have no choice, he finally decided.
Aislin walked to a secluded part of the small meadow, where Lisa's house was located, and laid down on the grass. Summoning all his magic and energy, he concentrated on pinpointing Lisa's mind. His horn began to glow.
He found her after a moment. He didn't know where she is, but at least he had a "grip" on her mind, so to speak.
Horn glowing intensely, Aislin blasted her mind with his most powerful dream magic. Hoping against all hope this would work, he let himself slip into unconsciousness.
End part nine.