Dreams, visions, and inexplicable changes within them are not foreign to Katrina. Her people's ancestors dwell in the spirit realm, and they can appear to the living, and there are ways the living can go to their realm. To walk into another's dream was difficult to learn, but not to accept. She isn't very good at it, but it's enough.
She does not crouch to touch the owl beast. Let it get to know her in its own way. She lets it sniff at her for as long as it wants before she goes and sits next to Eda.
"Even in this dream, my song will not have power." It won't hurt the owl beast or Eda. "But still I will not sing hunting song." Because neither Eda nor the owl beast are prey.
She sings instead a song for tranquility. Her voice echoes slightly, resonates, but lacks the undercurrent that gives it the ability to affect others. Still, the notes are crystalline and soothing, wordless tones that feel like floating in the embrace of a calm sea.
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She does not crouch to touch the owl beast. Let it get to know her in its own way. She lets it sniff at her for as long as it wants before she goes and sits next to Eda.
"Even in this dream, my song will not have power." It won't hurt the owl beast or Eda. "But still I will not sing hunting song." Because neither Eda nor the owl beast are prey.
She sings instead a song for tranquility. Her voice echoes slightly, resonates, but lacks the undercurrent that gives it the ability to affect others. Still, the notes are crystalline and soothing, wordless tones that feel like floating in the embrace of a calm sea.