Helaena trusts you.

Or mayhabs she does not, never can you actually be certain, even trying hard, it is simply impossible for a mind like yours to understand a mind like Helaena's. At times it feels as if the Princess knows everything, everywhere, of all time, and at another times it seems she doesn't know that the sun rises in the east. Mayhabs both are true, yet in that as well you cannot be certain.

But Helaena trusts you enough to talk, sometimes just ramble, sometimes to speak of something that interests her and on rare occasions the Princess shares her dreams.

'Stags and wolves...'

Those two words flows around Helaena's mind, round and around, like a flying mosquito, as her fingers hold the needle, guide the thread into a pattern.

'Stags and wolves...'

Why stags? Why wolves? Who knows, the dreamer herself doesn't, they are just there, in her mind somewhere, waltzing on. The room is quiet, only the shuffling of thread through cloth, and you can swear Helaena's thinking is almost audible... though it seems thought as a phenomenon is currently absent behind her eyes.

Strange.

But the young princess raises her head, still silent for a moment, before she glances to you. Bites her lip. You know that sign enough to know she wants to say something but doesn't know how...

"I had a dream recently." Helaena says straight in her soft raspy voice, still chewing on her lower lip between words. "... Stags danced. Wolves danced... why would they dance?"

As if you know...

"Are they happy?" The dreamer tilts her head curiously, looking at you for a moment before glancing back to the nothingness she oftens stares into.

Bite. Bite. Bite.

Many tried telling Helaena to stop chewing on her own lips, none have succeeded to convince her yet. She thinks. Stags. Wolves. Dancing. Threading. Then the last thought wins, and once again the needle moves embroidering through cloth.