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When Lumindra sleeps, it's not the sleep that you and I know. She doesn't need eight hours of sack time in a warm, soft bed. Nor does she need pajamas, or slippers, or a bedtime story. Not even a glass of warm milk.
Instead, she allows herself to drift in a stellar cloud, just outside the photosphere of a nearby star, giving her all the warmth and protection she needs. It's like curling up in a slightly-too-warm bath for her. Sure, it's uncomfortable for those first hissing moments, but then the muscles relax and all is well.
As she closes her eyes and drifts off, her magic cocoons her in that relaxation. She's able to keep a small portion of herself 'alert' and awake, to watch out for danger, but the rest of her mind melts into sleep.
Her dreams are never remarkable. Most of the times she doesn't remember them in the least.
Tonight is different. She finds herself back inside her Token, wrapped up warm in a soft fur blanket, on a pile of feather cushions. The perfect piece of comfort. Warm and home and safe.
But, if she's in her Token now, then...where is he?
Instead, she allows herself to drift in a stellar cloud, just outside the photosphere of a nearby star, giving her all the warmth and protection she needs. It's like curling up in a slightly-too-warm bath for her. Sure, it's uncomfortable for those first hissing moments, but then the muscles relax and all is well.
As she closes her eyes and drifts off, her magic cocoons her in that relaxation. She's able to keep a small portion of herself 'alert' and awake, to watch out for danger, but the rest of her mind melts into sleep.
Her dreams are never remarkable. Most of the times she doesn't remember them in the least.
Tonight is different. She finds herself back inside her Token, wrapped up warm in a soft fur blanket, on a pile of feather cushions. The perfect piece of comfort. Warm and home and safe.
But, if she's in her Token now, then...where is he?