A long travel with out rest or a single stop, Waylon was thinking to himself why he did it. It was an enjoyable trip to him, full of wonderful sights.

All sights he would only sadly not remember for very long. He had thought everything he could to entertain himself while walking. his dreams and few hopes he had for his life.

Often avoiding such thought because Waylon prefer to live in the moment. For once his mind started settling upon thinking about nothing. Mostly nothing about the need to rest.

All he had done was walk, He had not eaten much or drank much. So his brain is slowly reminding him of his bodies need. Waylon had also slightly lost track were he was as well.


With his mind drifting many different ways. He realized finally he was in garden, feeling oddly happy, he was reminded oh a time long ago were his mother would spend long periods of time growing flower with his sister.


After a short time Waylon took the time and sat down in the grass, Upon sitting down his mind and thoughts got drowsy and his eyes actually felt quite heavy.

Laying down Waylon just passed out on the grass, to anyone around him Waylon seemed to be sleeping and was out like a log. It was a vastly different story in his dream.


He was having a nightmare, one he never had before. this random figure of shadow was following him where ever he went, like it was stalking him.

Like the shadow had some kind of intention with him, in his dream Waylon start running away from this shadow figure.

To it laughing at him and chasing him faster, his dreams were caught in circles of nightmare that lead to different situation of him being chased at a shadow.

How long would Waylon dream this? wondering also why was he dreaming this, would anyone actually find Waylon passed out in the garden here? would they leave him be, wake him up or keep him company until he woke up? It was a series of question awaiting answers.

The sun hung low in the cool autumn sky, allowing shadows to dance across the well landscaped foliage that the garden had to offer. The smell of damp soil was welcoming to the young woman's nostrils, a faint reminder of childhood on the farm. She had spent a good bit of her time in Crocus touring the flower-lined pathways that the garden had to offer. She was decidedly putting each bend in its form to her memory, all the while silently observing the garden's patrons as she strolled. The process was mutually beneficial for the young woman: the opportunity to study human nature, while simultaneously relishing in the beauty of the land.

She would listen to conversations, mimicking the vocal patterns in whispers to the flowers when she was certain no other being was within earshot. She had mostly adapted to the cultures of big city life, but her accent was an indicator that she would likely never truly assimilate. "I hear the hydrangas are bloomin' this time o ye..." she mumbled to herself, attempting to enunciate each sound of the words. She had been so enraptured in the conversation with herself that she had barely noticed the new lawn ornament ornately strewn across the grassy knoll-- almost.

She was quickly silenced at the realization that the lawn decorum was actually a human body. Curiosity festering in the young woman's gut, she moved closer to the sprawled out frame. Was it a corpse? She neared closer still, relieved by the site of the man's stomach rising and falling. He was alive at least. She let out the breath that she hadn't known she was holding. Who was this person? Why was he there? How long had he been here? All questions that would remain unanswered if she  left him exactly as he was. She was already too invested to leave such curiosities as mere ponderings.

She took a moment to look over the man's features, contemplating what her next course of action should be. He was grown, but still had hints of youth etched across his face. Had she have guessed, she would have pegged him in his early twenties. He seemed fast asleep... There was no trembling or muttering, no feverish fluttering of eyelids to suggest he was trapped in some hellish nightmare, but still she felt uneasy at the entire situation.

She cast her glance around, searching the horizon for a nearby patron to assist her. Upon seeing no one, she cast her glance back at the man. Should she wake him? There was probably a rule of some sort that forbid sleeping in the gardens... some trespassing violation. If she was the one to wake him up, perhaps she could spare him from a fate of being banned from the gardens. She sat in silence next to his still frame, as she contemplated her decision.

It wasn't long before she poked at the man's ankle-- deciding it would be the safest part to poke an unconscious person-- first very softly. Her touch was gentle, if almost in fear of stirring him any, though it quickly became more tenacious as she moved from just a pointer finger to an entire shaking palm. "You might wanna wake up soon mister..." she stated, the words pressing past her lips without her notice. The shaking would become more intense, the longer he remained asleep, until he finally stirred or his sleeping form shooed her away. Regardless, any reaction would have resulted in her entire body refraining from further movement or sound.

While this nightmare continued on it played out like it was actually in front of him. That shadowy figured following just mere feet behind him. Speeding up fast Waylon in this dream started panting more and more his energy running low.

Who was this shadow? why were they going after him? What did Waylon do? Were they question that followed in his mind.

When he looked back the shadowy figure open to red eyes leering at him, face not fully in view but looked like a woman, one with long black hair, and with misty movement of the shadows.

Waylon in the dream had something stab and pierce his heart, looking down at the two inch blade sticking out of them.

After the blade was pulled from him, his actual body felt like it was being moved like his knee was moving, To the ending image of this nightmare he would slowly wake up.

The shadowy hand pick up Waylon by the throat and seemed to be speaking to him whatever words she would speak in the dream would not be understood, with a blink of the glowing red eyes Waylon was tossed into a tree in this dream.

Upon the impact of him hitting the tree Waylon woke up. Slightly panting from the nightmare that had followed him, leaning up quickly and looking around confused like he was unsure what exactly was going on around him.

Waylon did not have any dangerous reaction from being woken up he just seemed like whatever this nightmare was he was trying to just settle down from that from waking up, Still being rather spaced out for the moment it seemed like it would take time for him to notice anyone around him.

He had yet to speak but seemed to be catching his breath. Waylon seemed to slowly realized that it was in fact a nightmare, it wasn't real and he was in fact still alive.

The golden gaze fluttered as Nyssa watched the man in front of her, seize awake from whatever dream he had been trapped in. The girl wasn't certain that it was her stirring that had caused the man to soar into consciousness, or if he had woken up on his own. Based on his quickened pace of his breath, Nyssa quickly assumed that whatever state his slumber had been was one quite unpleasant.

As he stirred to full consciousness, the girl recoiled, inching away, from his now upright form. He seemed confused and she wanted to offer him no reason to harbor animosity. One thing was certain: now that he was awake, her tongue remained solely in her mouth. The last thing she needed was to startle him further with her uncultured way of speech. Instead she remained still, watching him as he settled some. Her gaze filled with unspoken questions: her face riddled with worry, searching for some indication or validation that the man was in fact alright.

She would remain motionless staring at him, as he became more aware of his surroundings. After a few moments of utter silence, she stood: outstretching her hand: an offering to help him do the same, and a silent question of how the man felt. Had he reacted the extended offer, she would cast a gentle, reassuring smile in his direction: hoping the man might offer answers to her unspoken questions without prompting.

Slowly just blinking a few times Waylon just let out a sigh. "At least, it was a nightmare." he mentioned quietly to himself going back to a normal pace of breathing. Waylon finally settled for the moment.

It was all gone and done hoping to himself a nightmare as such would never happen to him again, it almost felt too much more then a simple nightmare in his mind so it lingered that maybe something like that was some kind of foreshadow.

Slightly running his fingers through his hair and fixing it a bit, Waylon was slow and realizing that in fact some one else was around him and he was not alone.

Just looking over Waylon then just casually stated something."Oh hello, I do not know how long you have been there but hopefully I was not snoring too loud or disrupted anything you were doing." Waylon did not even seem to be worried about his nightmare for a moment, he was more worried if he had ruin some ones time out then himself.

He seemed to smile lightly and taking sight into her hand in front of him just quietly reached out with his left hand and took it, slowly getting up as well. "You are kind enough to leave a hand for a stranger, Thank you." Waylon said as well, remembering his manners.

Waylon then wondered something and just said it aloud."Had something happen that you are too scared to speak? I am fine sleeping was a bit odd maybe because it was in the grass and not a bad as I normally do." Waylon seemed to be trying to at least converse with her already, the friendly sightly out of it Waylon was at least trying to do that, a part of him felt like it was rude of him to be sleeping in front of some one he didn't know even it was not overly bad it was how he thought of it.

As the man took her hand to stand, she helped use his own momentum to pull him up. She was quick to release the man's hand, once his balance had been regained, dropping her own to her side once the moment of contact had been completed. She smiled sweetly to his thank you, nodding a silent acceptance of his gratitude.

The smile faded as he asked if he had done something wrong in his slumber to scare her. She paled some at the suggestion. This man was likely embarrassed by his situation, and if she didn't speak up to reconcile the misconception, she would likely make it worse. Her head zealously shook in disagreement with the assertion. Pink delicately traced across her cheeks as she did so. Her gaze finding the grass, instead of the man in front of her. Lips pursed as she worked up the courage to speak.

"I'm not too scared to speak..." she started sheepishly, her right hand kneading her left arm just above her elbow. "It's just fer some people, my accent is a bit much... and I know that talkin' may give me a wrong first impression... It's nothin' you did..." In fact, the drawl of her voice wasn't enough to cause miscommunication, rather it wasn't too noticeable at all, other than her subtle enunciation errors.

The young woman continued, the speed of her vocal pattern increasing with each word she spoke, as though she wanted to get her next diatribe out in a single breath: "But anyways, I'm glad you woke up alright, I was afraid at first ya might be dead, but yer not, but it looks like it was probably best I woke ya up 'cause of yer nightmare and all, besides I'm not certain that sleepin' in the garden is the best idea... that maybe ya would want to wake up before an official got ya in trouble...."

She stopped talking briefly as she took a breath, her golden gaze finally settling on the man in front of her rather than the ground. "But I digress... I'm sorry ya had to listen to all that... Now that yer awake and well, do ya know where ya are? Where ya supposed to go?" The explanation quickly transitioned to probing questions of worry-- ones that had otherwise remained unspoken, and unanswered.

Waylon did think it was a bit odd at first but he seemed to at least understand her so far, He could easily understand why there could be a few problems with other people but Waylon seemed to not have a problems. He has been around people who spoke slightly her way before, slightly not fully.

"Well just relax with me, I can understand you fine." Waylon said with a small smile for the moment. So far his impression was good of her. Then again Waylon a lot less judging then most people anyone could be around he was more laid back and relax about pretty much most things.

listening to her Waylon started hearing her go faster. Since he was standing up now started at least stretching out. Being slightly taller then her Waylon let out a sigh and said to her."It is okay miss you don't have to speak so quickly."Waylon said with a peaceful smile to her. "you can take your time and not be so nervous." Waylon seemed to be assuring to this young lady.

"I wasn't dead....I thought I could have been with that nightmare. Then again I have been walking so long that I didn't think I would pass out here."Waylon said realizing and thinking of it now it was a bad idea of him to do. "but I thank you nonetheless."He said with peaceful smile as well Waylon was trying to get her to at least be comfortable around him.


"I honestly forgot the reason why I came here, I just kind of ended up here." Waylon said to start off. "Then again I don't actually know what here is as well...so that might help, So no I don't know were I am." But before anything else Waylon said."You have nothing to say sorry for." He mentioned this after he was done stretching and went and rubbed the temple of his head as well, not in thought of anything too important just more of where and what to do from here.