・゚ ✦ ° "A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES"
Dandelion felt the weight of the heavy cloak fall over her shoulders, keen eyes pulling up from the ground to settle on Percy and his scarred form. They hovered only for a moment, before looking back to the ground. It was rude to stare, but even in that slight moment, she wondered how he had endured so much pain. It sobered her; this was the first real point of her life. Pain, emotional or otherwise, she had eluded until this very moment. For others, life was fraught with suffering. Perhaps she was the lucky one.
Her heart hurt for Percy, even with the oversized cloak pulled around her shoulders and swallowing her form. She caught his flinch and winced herself. "I'm sorry - I'm sorry. I just hate not knowing, not understanding these things. I went on this journey to learn about the world. Not end up with more questions," she sighed, completely unaware of his internal struggle. Dandelionfluff knew nothing of the world. She was no better than a child in these lands, running around with a carefree attitude that was eventually going to get her hurt. She caught his gaze, just for a moment, before turning away. The alabaster feline, frankly, knew that she didn't have the energy to dissect any of her emotions at this point.
"Well, the future sucks, then," she huffs, ending the statement with a soft, half-hearted chuckle. Accepting some semblance of defeat, she sat on her haunches and focused on warming herself. He was right. Perhaps it was better to wait and let the pieces fall together naturally than try to predict it. Who would have thought? Looking into the future and speaking with the spirits. It was beyond anything she had even dreamed of.
Dandelion shook her head again. "No, I - I don't even want to think about it anymore. Besides, I'll be fine in just a moment. It's just going to make me worry." Her mind curled back into the vision before she blinked it away, not allowing the cold to wrap its claws around her again. "...It wasn't a happy vision. And, like you said, it's better to wait rather than dwell on it." She stood again on unsteady paws, sliding his cloak off her shoulders and reaching up to offer it back to him. "I'll stay inside for a few days. Just tell others that I'm feeling ill," she mused before starting to head, slowly, in the direction of the Gaia tree. Whispers still pricked at her ears, but she visibly shuddered to shrug them off. "I'm not listening," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head to rid her mind of it.
"when you're fast asleep"