DreamCatcher
We flew and flew and flew. Under the endless midnight purple blanket of the sky.
The moons glowing like the Gift of Light, Frostbite created.
"Hey, DreamCatcher," Mooneyes said. I tilted my head to look at her, " Yeah?" She smiled, "We better get to home. Mom will have breakfast." I nod and we dip downward, toward our little home in the side of the cliff.
Mother was waiting at the door for us, a little smirk playing on her face.
"Did you go flying again?" She asks us as we land. "Yes we did," Mooneyes answers. Mom smiles and nods, leading us inside to the table.
