Whose Illusion?

Bailong was naturally sleeping lightly in the tent nearest to Sevir. There was little chance of any sound, but Qinglong promised to keep watch as he slept.

When Qinglong called, “wake up,” he woke up with the sound of soft groaning in the back. The sound was faint enough to pass as a beast growl in the distance.

He recognised it, threw himself out of the comfortable bed and out of the tent in one motion. Sure enough, in the distance where Sevir had fallen asleep earlier in the day, was the sound.

Another surprising sight was Hiwaga leaning close to him, hand on his head, brows concentrated and soft blue and bright white surrounding Sevir and Hiwaga, respectively. Sevir groaned again.

“What.. What is happening?”

Hiwaga’s eyes opened, and her glow dulled. She placed a hand on her lips. “Dream illusion. Do not wake him.”