Curled up in the den, warm and safe, Frankie dreamed. The same dreams that haunted her over and again, tainted with blood and fire, with memories that hurt too much to want to linger on. Her hand twitched, and quite suddenly she sat bolt upright, curling into herself as shocked gasps and shudders echoed around the sleeping cavern.
The rest of the pack had set out to do their afternoon chores, and Jared was hell bent on doing the one thing that was asked of him by the Geri. He sat near Frankie and lay a delicately boned hand upon her shoulder as she began to fret in her sleep. A deep frown carved his brow in concern as she sat bolt upright. "Hey, hey," he whispered softly, trying to calm her as best he could.
Shaking, the little woman started at the sound of his voice, her head whipping around to stare at him wildly for the few moments it took for dreams to return to reality. She swallowed hard, covering her mouth with both hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ....to disturb you ..."
"You didn't." He remained calm, his hand gently massaging that shoulder. "Are you alright, Frankie?" he sat cross legged on the pelts and watched her carefully. "You seemed so frightened."
Her eyes lowered to her hands, even as they lowered to her knees, pulling the wool of her dress down. "Dreams," she whispered tremulously. "Just dreams. They'll go away. I hope." Brown eyes looked up at him hopefully. "Won't they?"
If she'd allow it, he'd wrap his arm around her and try to comfort her. "I hope so, Frankie. I think as you get used to being around the people that want to take care of you and protect you, accept you as their own, the dreams will start being pleasant ones."
She didn't lean into him, but there was no attempt to prevent his arm from going around her. "Are you sure?" Her eyes pleaded with him worriedly. "I never used to have dreams like these, but since ..." She trailed off. There was some part of her too ashamed to share what haunted her, still.
"I am sure." He nodded with a certain smile. "Frankie, I'm not one to pry into people's personal lives, but maybe if you talked to somebody about what?s bothering you, what the dreams are about, it might help."
Her eyes turned away, staring once again at her hands where they rested on her knees. She couldn't tell anyone what she had done, but ....perhaps sharing a little of it would help. "Memories," she told him softly. "Of my litter, and home."
He remained holding her to his side, listening and nodding. Taking what she would offer, he merely nodded his understanding of those kinds of memories being strong ones.
The rest of the pack had set out to do their afternoon chores, and Jared was hell bent on doing the one thing that was asked of him by the Geri. He sat near Frankie and lay a delicately boned hand upon her shoulder as she began to fret in her sleep. A deep frown carved his brow in concern as she sat bolt upright. "Hey, hey," he whispered softly, trying to calm her as best he could.
Shaking, the little woman started at the sound of his voice, her head whipping around to stare at him wildly for the few moments it took for dreams to return to reality. She swallowed hard, covering her mouth with both hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ....to disturb you ..."
"You didn't." He remained calm, his hand gently massaging that shoulder. "Are you alright, Frankie?" he sat cross legged on the pelts and watched her carefully. "You seemed so frightened."
Her eyes lowered to her hands, even as they lowered to her knees, pulling the wool of her dress down. "Dreams," she whispered tremulously. "Just dreams. They'll go away. I hope." Brown eyes looked up at him hopefully. "Won't they?"
If she'd allow it, he'd wrap his arm around her and try to comfort her. "I hope so, Frankie. I think as you get used to being around the people that want to take care of you and protect you, accept you as their own, the dreams will start being pleasant ones."
She didn't lean into him, but there was no attempt to prevent his arm from going around her. "Are you sure?" Her eyes pleaded with him worriedly. "I never used to have dreams like these, but since ..." She trailed off. There was some part of her too ashamed to share what haunted her, still.
"I am sure." He nodded with a certain smile. "Frankie, I'm not one to pry into people's personal lives, but maybe if you talked to somebody about what?s bothering you, what the dreams are about, it might help."
Her eyes turned away, staring once again at her hands where they rested on her knees. She couldn't tell anyone what she had done, but ....perhaps sharing a little of it would help. "Memories," she told him softly. "Of my litter, and home."
He remained holding her to his side, listening and nodding. Taking what she would offer, he merely nodded his understanding of those kinds of memories being strong ones.