Amber Waves

Chapter 2

In my dreams I was riding Nautius, across the ocean's frothy waves. I held on to his gleaming crystal mane. His breath came from his muzzle as a soft, glowing mist. I let my fingers trail down his body, moistening my finger tips. He was one with the water, as was I. We galloped for ages, playing with the wind.

I squealed with delight as we were carried away by the riptide, my voice becoming an echo. The joy was overwhelming, for I never dream, only the night following my daskin. It was so beautiful I never wanted to leave my dreamscape. I loved it here, I loved Nautius, I loved the ocean!

I began slipping from his strong back, he snorted, his gorgeous smile turning to a sneer. I was swept into the deep, no longer one with the ocean, she was now my enemy. As I felt the thick substance fill my lungs, I sat at the bottom. All hope left me then. I knew it was time.

I awoke drenched In sweat. Otis nudged my arm purring, awaiting his midmorning meal. I sat up my long, dark hair stuck to my cheek. Otis purred. I patted hi white fringe and stood.

His silver body slunk off, claws out for the kill. I then saw the mouse, impaled by the pinky claw. Poor soul. As I poured my late morning tea, I saw Gaudah, faeries.

Ticka, my best friend, was a Gaudah. She grew fond of me the moment I stopped Otis from clawing her delicate wings. I set down the kettle and walked over to the window sill. I tapped the widow four times. Ticka's favorite number.

As the open widow let in a breeze, I poured some honey in a small dish for Ticka and the other Gaudah. I sat beside the widow on the ground, sipping my hot tea. Ticka came fluttering down beside me and sat with the dish, licking her fingers. She could understand me, but couldn't speak. Someone had taken the ability away when she was young.

Otis scratched my leg when he was a kitten. His claws never get clipped, for they are strong like iron, and live to the title. I rub the scar sometimes, when I am deep in thought. I sat with Ticka, rubbing my scar. Otis rolled over from his nap and growled.

"Now Otis, what is upsetting you?" I scowled.

He whined. Then he froze. I patted his head. I got an ear twitch. Then he leaped across the stone floor. Hurling strait towards tiny Ticka.