It was not long before pretence gave way to reality, as Tellara slipped from the waking world without a moment's notice. It was a peaceful sleep, for as long as she lay on Mora, she felt her terrors and nightmares melt into an assortment of dreams as her mind was filled with uplifting and pleasant images throughout the night. It was an odd effect that Mora had on Tellara, but one she used to full advantage as she cuddled into the troll's waiting form every night. As if Mora's soft skin and warm embraces weren't reason enough to hold her tight, night after night.<br/><br/>Yet, It didn't seem long before Tellara woke, a film of cold sweat clinging to her naked form. She felt the chill form inside of her very bones, noticing her lover's absence from beneath her. She spied the lean, dark form of her lover lying not far in front of her though. She thought she must have fallen from her arms, and rolled away in her sleep, struggling to move towards the waiting warmth of the trolless druid. The fire seemed to have gone out some time ago, and the hunter's towering form could not be spied anywhere in the room, the only light source being the dim glowing of her luminous violet eyes. Tellara crawled towards the dark shape in front of her, and once there she managed to latch on to her sleeping lover once again.<br/><br/>Her grip meeting fur didn't seem odd at first. Mora had fur more often than not, and it was wonderful to the touch. But wait... the shackles! Mora couldn't have fur, and neither could she, so she must have been... Tellara let out a loud gasp and instinctively kicked away from the strange druid she had been clinging to but moments ago, catching the worgen's leg in the process. Surely she would wake now. Tellara felt awkward, and flustered, and embarrassed, and just generally bad about herself all at once as she lay with her eyes tight shut, and her body curled defensively as she whispered her apologies over and over again.<br/><br/>"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!" She hissed meekly, her eyes peering out from behind her knees which she had curled behind again. This was beginning to become a familiar gesture for her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>