#Chapter7
Witches in the Woods
/"Maybe…that sort of makes sense./"
/"Sometimes they may seem like visions, but are our intentions, warning of a path we may take, and the possible outcomes. Maybe sensing the witches has stirred up chaotic emotions and like Lorey says, you're dreams formed this visual to voice what those are. You're afraid as leader you will fail against a new threat and your mate will be left wounded and unable to defend herself./" Sierra sounds out my reasoning to strengthen the possibility and Colton relaxes even more. Seeing some hint of logic in the words and I guess looking for a reason to explain what he saw, that wasn't him hurting me.
/"I guess/" Colton's distracted, not fully believing even if he seems like he's agreeing. I know him better than that and the worry in his eyes betrays that this isn't an answer for him fully. I did think he was a little quiet when we woke up and he made love to me this morning, rather than crazy morning sex. He seemed subdued before we came to breakfast, overly touchy feely and attentive. I thought he was tired, having one of his calmer days of reflection that sometimes happens. I never knew he was harboring all this and picking apart the meaning.
Since starting to get visions he's found it both a blessing and a curse and often frustrated with the cryptic confusion they can cause. They are hard to separate from dreams sometimes that have no meaning and he has started over questioning every single night terror he has. His powers are growing, but he feels like instead of harnessing them, they're getting more chaotic and invasive, and most definitely more frequent in recent months.
He's learning to heal with his touch too, much like sierra can. He can close wounds, cure minor sickness, not that he's had any Guinea pigs to try for more. Wolves are all too good at healing themselves and the children don't often have anything serious. He's spent time in the medic room practicing on cuts and bruises, childhood viruses to see what he can do, under Sierras gentle hand, and he's pretty great at a blue glowing wave of healing perfection. The worst he has had was the odd broken bone from a clumsy fall of a pup.
/"Maybe it was just a dream, and not a vision./" I point out but Colton frowns heavily.
/"I never used to dream at all…ever. Not even as a kid. They only started after I unbound my gifts./" He shrugs in irritation and slumps back down in his seat and picks up his fork absentmindedly. I know he's told me this before, but it still silences me, and I stare at my food with a little defeat. I don't know what else to say to put his mind at ease.
/"Maybe Alora's right though, it might be that by binding your gifts, I bound your natural ability to dream and work through your problems in the sleep state. Which is normal for all people and now you can do it. Maybe this is nothing more than Alora symbolizing your whole world, your people, our home, me, your responsibility, this land, and you feel responsible for it all. That in your disconnected state it was somehow highlighting you feel overwhelmed with the huge responsibility and maybe feel that one little taking your eye off the ball will result in your striking down your heart…your world. Which she was in your dream. Dreams don't have to be more than that, even visions sometimes./" Sierra must sense his unease too and her soft smile and confident expression seem to bring him some peace.
/"Yeah, my gifts aren't exactly stable, or clear cut. I dream sporadically and nothing ever makes sense. I thought it would be more like seeing a movie and knowing exactly what to do./" He sighs, leaning my way and sliding his palm onto my thigh as I instinctively take his hand.
/"If only. Sometimes they do come at you and with perfect clarity, tell a story. Most of the time, they're a mess of figuring it out and second guessing what it's meant to be saying. When I was pregnant with you I kept seeing a white dove, carrying a leaf….. multiple times. Never once clicked that it was symbolic of a new life and a new path, with the purest of love. My son./" Sierra glows at that and for a moment it hurts. To know she was denied a decade of that child's life and now, she's stuck here in a mateless bond with no hope of ever being able to produce another child. Even in her circumstances it's forbidden for her to find another mate and it wouldn't exactly kill the bond she has to Juan. Even if she despises everything he has done, she still cries for the way her heart bleeds at the separation of her bond. It's partly why she's driven to sadness and isolation to try and work through and understand her own internal conflict. You can both love and hate someone at the same time.
/"Maybe you're right and I'm overthinking it. I just need to pull us all together and focus on one day at a time. I would never hurt you, Lorey, not like that. I know I wouldn't, so it can't be real, or a future vision. It has to be symbolic and we'll figure it out./" Colton seems calmer now and relaxed and he sighs it out, picking up his pancake with a half—smile as I lean in and kiss him on the cheek softly.
/"I know you never would./" I nuzzle against him for a second as he slides his arm around me, instead of hand holding, and gives me a hug to assure me that he's the one person in the world who would never do anything in life to hurt me in any kind of way ever again. He loves me and this is something insignificant.