Walking fully in the Dream Scapes had never bothered Makoda. Oh, her father had given the warnings when she'd been small. So had her Uncle, but it never seemed to affect her like they said it should. The various Dream Worlds had been a sort of escape for Makoda when she'd been younger. A place she could go and think, or like when she gained the Soul Fire, a place to gain the knowledge and use of, safe from harming others. The scenery around her changed and shifted. Makoda wasn't aware that she was the one changing the Scape as she walked along, her mind dwelling on the Shadow Walker. Soon she was in a place she had not visited in a long, long time. She looked up and blinked a moment, then a smile ghosted briefly on her lips at the fondness she had for this place.<br/><br/>The place was a constant moving atmosphere. Coloured in varying shades of grey, the land and sky switched around very rapidly. She watched for many moments before a door appeared. She walked through to find herself in an ornately decorated room. Also in greys. She wandered over and flopped down on the cushions littered about the floor and stared up at the ceiling, loosing herself once more.<br/><br/>Sassaba came to a stop, Trickster nearly plowing into his legs. With a huffing snort he looked up at the Indian. "She's not here anymore..." Sassaba frowned in confusion. Trickster blurred and Mikasi stood there glaring.<br/><br/>"What do you mean she's not here?"<br/><br/>Sassaba shrugged, and grew thoughtful. "She's not back in the Waking World either..." He paused feeling about, but there was no sign of Makoda in any of the Realms. Mikasi also searched but came up empty.<br/><br/>"Do you remember when she was younger?"<br/><br/>Sassaba nodded. "Yes. She used to disappear like this then." He paused thoughtfully. "It's been a long time since she's done this..."<br/><br/>Mikasi sighed and nodded. "Nothing for it until she decides to return." Sassaba also nodded and gave his own sigh. Both men flopped to the ground and proceeded to wait.