Khione had a secret.
Every night, when she let Morpheus take her far, far, away into the land of dreams, she dreamed the same dream. Over and over and over again, returning faithfully like a guard dog, like her brothers. It was one thing she could count on. Her world was chaos, but her dream was always there to comfort her in her moments of greatest darkness.
Yes, Khione had a dream. She never told anyone about her dream. There was no one to confide in. Khione was good at keeping things hidden deep within herself. When Khione slept, she saw color. Swirling in a vibrant rainbow around a black dot. The colors would spin faster and faster until the dot became a circle. Inside that circle were three figures: a dog, a cat, and the daughter of the king of Athens, Oreithyia.
When Khione dreamed, she saw her mother. Her mother had long deserted them, of course. Oreithyia had gone to France and stayed there, forever. Khione remembered hearing her mother had faded. Hot, unfamiliar tears ran down her cheeks as she mourned the distant mother she never knew she loved.
Khione couldn't explain the animals. There was no reason at all for them to be there. Yet she found them strangely comforting. Like they were pets. She didn't know exactly why she had that dream, but she had it.
Khione had a dream.
But she hid it well.