Dharma felt something tugging at her mind as she traversed the dreamscape. It was nagging, it wouldn’t go away, its persistence pulled her back and she could see the dreamscape disintegrating before her. She felt the soft warm fur of Jaime’s massive dragon-like head nuzzling her from her slumber. Dharma would’ve been angry if it weren’t for the powerful force of love that oozed from Jaime’s aura. That blanket of love was just as inviting and warm as any dreamscape.
“Dharma, love. It is time to go into the portal. We need to find the invocations from Danu’s grimoire. You must wake up now.”
Dharma looked over at the smoldering hearth. Brigid’s flame was barely hanging on as an ember and the cottage was cold and damp. Dharma would much prefer to stoke the fire and snuggle back under her warm blankets until sunrise. She could hear the west wind howling. While finding a portal sounded exciting, braving that wind while crossing the pitch black moor, took quite a bit of the thrill out of it.
“Can’t it wait ’til after breakfast. The wind may settle after the sun breaks.”
“No,” Jaime’ gently replied. “The veil is thinnest now. If we wait we won’t be able to get through.”
Dharma yawned. “Very well, I’m up.” So this is what it is like to work with a familiar, Dharma thought to herself. They get to boss you around and tell you what to do.
Of course, Jaime’ heard every thought, and with that one, gave Dharma a playful head-but to the rump, to get her moving.