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I dreamed once more of the dragon, but he was not the main focus of the dream. It started in a hall that seemed to continue on endlessly. I was running, not as Cougar, but as normal human me. My hair was the normal dream length, cut, and style; down to my hips, auburn, and curled at the ends. I was wearing a silver gown, and yes, Horse was there in all her silver beauty.

I was running down the hall, trying to reach the end. There were no openings of any sort at first, then gradually small slits appeared in the white stone walls. I could see blurrs of green and brown as I ran. The slits started to get bigger the farther down I got. Horse was running next to the hall, on the outside. Her silver skin glistened in the moon light (it was a full moon), and she hazed back and forth several times from human to horse shape, then finally took her usual in between. (its like she is both at the same time. I can see her as a horse, and as a person. Its gorgeous.) The openings broadened, and the hall took on the look of the Temple Circe, on the island Circeo. I have only seen it in pictures, or in clips from films, but that is what it reminded me of. At the exact same time, both horse and I stopped running. The skirts of our gowns flew out in front of us with the momentum of our run, then settled around our ankles. I turned to her and she just smiled. Her silvery hair cascaded down her shoulders, back, and waist like diamond dust, and rested at about mid calf. She winked at me, then asked me to follow her. I did. We walked away from the hall, and into the middle of a meadow. The moonlight kissed my bare shoulders, and the gentle wind that usually accompanies Horse licked at my hair and playfully tossed it around. I heard the familiar sound of hooves, and she told me to stay. I understood that I would not be allowed to run with the herd tonight. They came. I saw the black one, the paint, the bay, the buckskin filly, the arabian…they ran freely and passionately. I thanked Horse for coming to me, and told her that I had missed her. She nodded, then took my face gently in her hands and kissed me lightly on the lips. Then she was gone with the rest of the herd. I watched them run until I could no longer hear or see them. I could see the line of trees that marked the entry to the forest that I have prowled on so many nights. That sacred forest where I first met Keireh. Even though I longed to run through it once more, I heeded the words of Horse, and stayed in the meadow. I sat and just absorbed the moonlight that was dancing in pale shards across my skin. 

The world had grown quiet, but then I heard the beating of wings which announced the arrival of the dilver dragon. He landed softly in front of me and the last remnants of the wind made by his powerful strokes tugged at my hair and dress. Last night when I dreamed of him there were no words spoken. This time I felt compeled to say something.

I bowed, or rather, I curtsied to him, and he also dipped his head toward me. His eyes shone pale green in the soft moon light. I felt as if I wasn’t worthy to be in his presence, but also so honored that he had come to me once again.

“I am Keireh. I guard these woods while sweet slumber gives me leave from my honorable duty of guarding my day walker.” I didn’t even think of what to say, it just came out…

“I know who you are. I have seen you come here many times. I have seen those that came before you, and I will see those that will come when you are gone.”

“I do not fear you. You will not hurt me. I can feel that, but why are you here, wise one?” He smiled, and slowly lowered himself to the ground so that he was laying on his belly. His eyes darkened to a forest green, but I could still see swirls of pale throughout.

“What is it that you guard, Keireh? Surely the trees in all their grandeur wont move from this sacred grove. And the animals that roam here are knowing. They will not leave the beauty of these woods.”

I did not know how to address this, but I spoke without hesitation. “I guard the magic that keeps alive the heart of this forest. I mediate the power, and ensure that all is just and right. Is this wrong, wise one?” I honestly didn’t know if what I was doing was wrong to him, so I naturally felt inclined to ask.

“It is how it should be. You do as you well.”

“Tell me, wise one, why have you come to me, if not to fix some inbalance?”

“I have watched you grow. I do not need impose.” His eyes stared past me at something, or into some time that I could not see.

“May I know your name?” I knew that this might have been a little too straight foreward, and that I might regret it later, but isn’t that why they say that curiosity killed the cat?

“You have a strong connection with the ancient Celts. To them I was known as Taranis. You may call me this also.”

I could feel my mind start to pull awake, even though I longed to just stay there in the meadow.

“Thank you, Taranis. I fear I must leave now,” I said, feeling the worlds pull strengthen.

“Come here, my child.”

I did exactly as I was told. I brought myself to stand directly in front of him. He gently touched his muzzle to my forehead and I felt a tingling run through the coarse of my body. Instantly the sky was covered with a blanket of dark clouds, and lightning struck the ground dangerously close. The winds blew fiercely, and the trees moaned against the force of nature, but I feared nothing in his presence. Then suddenly I was awake.