A new land, a new dream. That was how it had been many times in the past. Her search for the elusive door-between-worlds brought her to the farthest reaches of the northwest in hopes of a glimmer, a sign, anything that would tell her where it might be. This island called 'Endapano' was lush and verdant, like how Arri was but in a different way. The trees here were taller, wider. And everything here reminded her of a picture in a book of little people who built their houses in plants and toadstools. She had spent the first few days in the island kingdom between hours of dreaming and storytelling. When she would stop to rest, she was enthralled by the delicate music and songs with words she did not understand. The music was ethereal, yet melancholy. Like the resident people whom she came to learn as 'elves', the ballads sung bore great beauty with a deep underlying sadness. There was a time when life was not so simple as it were now and the people had endured through many hardships. Yet in spite of all their troubles, they continued to walk forward with grace and dignity. It was remarkable to someone as young as her.
The world of dreams was different here than in other cities. While Gale traversed the shifting dreamscape, it seemed the dream of this particular kingdom was more constant than most. The changes were less sudden, more subtle, and smaller. The stream of consciousness here seemed to drift more than flow. Time felt slower here. It was a curious thing to the dream-walker, having been so accustomed to the rapidly changing atmosphere of a city's collective dream. The dream of this place in particular was more uniform and consistent, a reflection of the thoughts and unconscious portions of the inhabitants. Smooth, rich colors in hues of greens and blues swirled up above like thick paint being moved through oil. Little phosphorescent flora and fauna trailed along the walls, some even taking shapes like animals found in the waking world. Glowing white stags and does ran by through the luminescent grasses, disturbing radiant insects as bright as the stars in the evening. It was peaceful. The walls of the area were high, like tall canyons enclosing the space. When she tried to climb up, she found she would slide back down no matter how high she had been seconds earlier. The sky was always just out of reach. There were exits, no discernible ways to see what lay beyond the canyon walls, if there was anything outside. It was like an enclosed piece of paradise for deer and small animals. Gale had noticed that in all of her wanderings, she had yet to see a single wolf or bear.
It was nightfall, and she was sitting on the dock watching the storm in the distance. The crash of thunder jostled her from her momentary reverie, and she jumped a little. Surprised but not frightened, she sat up to see lightning flash out on the sea. The lightning god and his hounds must be out on a hunt, she told herself. The flashes of lightning were his arrows that were fired from his bow while the thunder was the baying of his hunting dogs. Back home thunderstorms were a rarity. Rain was not a common occurrence, and one time when a particularly strong storm hit the city, she and the younger children huddled together with their teacher as he spoke to calm them down. He had told them a story of how lightning and thunder came to be. Every now and then, the lightning god would bring out his hunting hounds to chase their prey across the sky. The shots from his great bow created flashes of light when they struck the earth, and before he would fire his dogs would howl to tell their master where their prey was going.
Lying back down on the docks, she held out a hand to check for rain. Not a single speck so far. Should the rain begin to pour down she would rise to find shelter until it passed.
"Be as swift as the wind, as silent as the forest, fierce like fire, and immovable like a mountain."