Godfrey woke with a gasp, dreaming the same dream as before, a large vast city, his people numerous...happy. He shook it off as he sat up, covered in a film of cold sweat. He looked about, glancing over to the empty bed, city girl was gone. He slowly stood up, stretching, changing into another set of clothes before going to move down stairs. His dad was resting, whittling away at some wood. His mother in the end parts of cooking yet another massive supper...yet no sight of city girl.
He kept looking about sleepily before waving at his dad and walking towards the kitchen.
"Oy mum, ya know whar Missendria went?" he asked as his mom was quite litterally juggling dishes, ingredients...was that a knife?
His mom, doing her juggling act as she put things down looked over with a grin "Oh, she went outside pumpkin, probably needed some after that little bit o' spice ya put on her." his mother said, fanning her self with a dreamy sigh "Just like yar father." she said giggling again before looking at the oven and squeaking "Me pot roast!" she said as she got back to cooking.
Godfrey's eyes went wide, going for the door, she didn't run did she? Please say no, he exited, looking about, hands on his head as he looked about before pacing and taking a couple of deep breaths before closing his eyes, wait, he knew how to track, and it would be easy. Need to look for small, light foot prints, bigger then a childs, yet missing the heavy step of his people, not boots either. He began to prowl for tracks, eventually spotting some, making his way through the jungle of the field. Slowly and surely up a hill, out of the wheat, near a willow tree. He looked up, smiling in relief, hand over his heart before frowning. It was her choice if she did choose to run, yet he cared so much...never the less he was glad. He slowly started to make his way up, looking about with a grin, what a pleasant view. Hoping she was still sleeping he tip-toed up to sit beside her grinning, what a great place to nap. He was careful to not touch her besides smile at her sleeping face and look about. Taking great pleasure in being close, the smile turning sad, one day, he may be unable to sit with her like this, or ever again...he hoped that would never come to happen.
Missendria dreams were normal, besides for perhaps Yalthnea, or her smiling visage always in the corner of her eye, waiting, with only one mention of a gift towards the end of her dream. Just enough to push without being annoying, perhaps though, most certainly persistent and haunting in a way.