She whined, Fourteen hundred years, and I've had this dream, or some variation of it, every time I fell asleep! Wonder if somepony could enter my dreams, help me figure this out... though, maybe I'm just being overly cautious. At least it's easy to think here. A light smirk grew on her face, the deep blue bandanna hiding it behind the thin fabric. Her eyes squinted in the face of a hot wind, though only her muzzle felt the warmth. This is new... The wind blew again, following a pattern; each time the heat passed across her face, a chill would move back through her mane and behind her ears.