When Trace had entered the dream, he'd felt oddly intrusive. The sisters' play was endearing, but not something he was meant to observe. He was about to leave when the dream suddenly changed.
Anaisa became aware of it.
That happened to people on rare occasions, but Trace was not expecting it. He was about to make his escape when Anaisa noticed his presence. Not even sending a version of Scruffles to distract her could keep her from being aware of him.
He was nervous as he stepped out. Would she scream at him? Berate him for invading her dream and never talk to him again?
"Of course it's you," She'd said. She smiled. Smiled!
"Of course?" He was bewildered. Had she sensed him before, and he failed to notice?
Anaisa took a few steps toward him, and put the cat down.
"Go on, now, you don't need to be here for this," She told the feline softly, shooing Scruffles away.
