Sweet Dreams are Made of This
Beach Episode Three!
It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Vatos stirred in his sleep while Boingo and Consus watched on from their temporary sleeping spots - sleeping bags in a tent while on the starwell beach probably wasn’t the most comfortable choice, but something was better than nothing… right?
After his own strange dream, Consus figured there had to be some sort of mystery going on. Handfuls of other browbirds, painted satyrs, and kitbull alike went off to slumber and awoke with strange dreams and a faint voice calling for them. The same sort of longing call… there was no way, not a shred of doubt in his mind, that some strange thing wasn’t lurking down there. It must have the power to alter dreams, or the mind somehow… there simply wasn’t a way to tell. It didn’t matter if it was a creature, some weird magic outlet in the depths, or… something - it just had to be there.
Consus sighed and pulled the rainbow scarf tighter around his shoulders as he looked over at Boingo, who seemed to be bobbing his head to music that wasn’t playing. The multicolored bird simply watched over the slumbering Vatos while somehow keeping himself entertained with a mangee. It wasn’t always a great idea to let Boingo have some sort of sugar-heavy treat before the group turned in for the night, but s’mores was a difficult snack to resist. Still, he seemed to realize that waking up Vatos now would do more harm than good - the bigger bird volunteered to try and sleep for a while to see if he might have one of the strange dreams Consus had mentioned. Vatos had seemed to think the idea a little silly, but based on the stayr’s concern and the fact that someone like Boingo couldn’t comprehend one of his own dreams? It was worth a shot to try and ease any concern… or potentially add to it.
After enough time had passed while Vatos stopped stirring and appeared to snooze peacefully, Boingo and Consus began to drift off themselves. The sand was still uncomfortable, but the Starwell waves and faint glow of Consus’ rainbow scarf lulled them to sleep…
END. 360 Words.