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Let Sleeping Dogs Lie It was kind of weird, David thought, how Pfeifer said they should play buried treasure and then decided they should split up to look for it. Wasn’t the whole point of playing that it was something they did together? Yeah, they could cover more ground that way or whatever but after the initial rush of trying to find something special, he really did want someone to talk to. Couldn’t they pretend to be pirates looking for buried treasure like pirates do? He’d even found a really nice stick to use as a cutlass. Where did Pfeifer run off to anyway? He wandered around outside the cave for a little bit but didn’t see much of anyone, certainly not his friend. He did see a pretty cool bird, or he thought he did, but after a few minutes of trying to get a better look (or trying to find it again once he lost where he thought it was), he was almost near the edge of the island, a location that, after the chicken incident of a few months back (that totally wasn’t his fault, for the record), was out of bounds for the game. He didn’t expect to see anyone when he brought his eyes back down to earth, but he did, a pair of legs sticking out from under a tree. It wasn’t Pfeifer -- David knew that before even checking closer, those were not Pfeifer’s pants -- it was the watchdog who’d helped him get his coin back and even given him a brand new one. It didn’t really make sense to David why the dog would be out here, though. Hadn’t he said he knew his way around the island? If he was here on purpose, like, why? But then he heard a snore and he got it. The edge of the island did have a decent view if you were looking for that sort of thing and the storm on the horizon had a low, constant rumbling thunder that was pretty calming. David made his way around the tree until he was facing the watchdog head-on. Yeah, he definitely heard breathing and his chest was moving, so it wasn’t like he was dealing with a dead watchdog, but he still couldn’t help but poke at his leg with a stick. He wondered what watchdogs dreamed about. I Dreamed A Dream Eilis eyed the watchdog warily, but she did as he asked. “A dream has been troubling me,” she said. “I’ve had it both yesternight and last, and when something like this has happened before, it’s ended up coming true. One time I dreamed of Grayson… no that doesn’t matter now. But this one involves the island under our feet, so I want to let those in charge know. “It’s a single image, more a tableau than a series of events, but it’s of withered crops, of sick livestock and a bitter, black snow even though it’s a clear sky. So far the dream has come an hour or two before midnight, but even in the morning it’s still etched into my mind -- I cannot escape it.” She glanced at Flynt, who said nothing, so her gaze naturally returned to the dog in front of her. “I’ve prayed to Myria already, of course, but have heard nothing since, and I don’t know what else to do,” she said. OOC