The inside of the den was normal like most dens, but further in her den look very much similar to that of the humans. She put down carpet, wooden furniture, paintings, and books covering nearly every flat surface.
"Please do have a seat. The spirits and I found some new, and hopefully more comfy, seats by the sun coves from another ship reck,"dawn said covering the whole they entered with some cemetery old curtains that were out of fashion some 110 years ago. "Another reck ya' say?" Kon asked settling down on a rocking chair " how long ago was that?" " a few days ago, but I know you didn't come for ship reck stories." Dawn replied, pulling up a stool. "Yes, we have come because you can interoperate dreams, dear sister"Luna replied pacing by the exit. She wasn't always found of Dawn's interest in humans and staying in her dens only reminded her of them. "Not all dreams," Dawn corrected her sister," I am no sea eye wolf, but I do what I can for the people here. Do you wish for some tea while we go over the processes of 'reading dreams' or even 'day visions' ." Luna shook her head ferstly. Kon considered her offer," thank you Dawn but the sooner we solve this the better. Perhaps another time?" "True, true," Dawn replied,"now then..." she dimmed the lights and returned to her seat,"tell me what happened in your dream?"
After the explanation of these requiring dreams and the most resent one to her sister, Luna felt a bit more relaxed, for her sister was a very keen interpreter with people. She hoped her sister would just give her some remedies for sleeping and that be all so she could leave this human mocking den. Dawn though found these dreams with deeper analysis and peiced them together in certain forms to reveal a pattern. " so fire and ice are always present? "Dawn asked. "Yes, mostly,"Luna replied.
"A dark force present too?" Dawn asked again.
"Also yes."Luna groaned.
" In chains on every second dream, bloody ones at that?" Dawn asked.
"YeS"Luna said now growing impatient.
Dawn leaned back in her chair", now the symbol of a flying heart..." she rocked back in her chair a bit then regarded her sister. "Luna,... I believe your seeing a stranger form of your fait...your death. "Dawn stated in her most calmest manner. "DEATH?!" Kon screamed jumping out of the sleepy state he was once in,"ARE YOU SAYING MY WIFE IS SEEING HER PASSING DAY!?" "Not nesscesarily. But her passing is a part of these dreams clearly." Dawn replied. A hush fell apon the three, until Dawn spoke up again. "The passing of life and passing on her title as cheiftess to some one truly worthy." Luna and Kon both looked up. "How so?" Luna asked.
Dawn stepped off and began explaining." Your worried the lands may fall apart under the next cheiftess, they may be consumed of greed, their arrogance may be your down fall. That is how most of your dreams went except this one. I believe you saw the first glimpse at the correct choice in heritage for the chair. The purple represents hair/fur. The heart is their mark for their compassion and tolerance. Now the wings could mean anything but from your description they sound from a specific time from mythology but I shall shadow this from you so you may see for yourselves." She moved the curtains, "that is all I can say for you. Have a good night."
Kon helped Luna up and out of the dens but before she left twilight's speakers cave she ducked her head in the door one last time,"should I take something to make them stop?" Dawn perked her ears but she didn't turn around "no. If anything. Let them continue. They will give you more clues on who shall be the next cheiftess. Now sleep my sister, if you have any more dreams tell me tomorrow. Good night." She spoke softly. Luna nodded,"yes...thank you." And she left with no other words to be said. Dawn held her locket in her paws,"may ms.violet be in your wings dear raven."she whispered in a voice too soft for words. Mean while Kon and Luna walked home in silence each focussed on one thing Dawn said. Purple hair or fur...caring...mythological...The words were fixed in Luna's head like an angry nest of yellow jackets. She hoped she would meet this one soon for she wanted to see how much of her little sister's words were true. Death...your death has to do with ice and fire. Kon shuttered at the very thought of Luna gone. Oh please let her words be wrong. He whispers to himself.
And just above a shooting star flies over head, with the promise of change over the horizon.