GELERT HOME FOR UNUSUAL CHILDREN.

It’s been a while since he came out for an ‘On the field’ mission like this. These days he mainly worked as a consultant, giving advice to the younger, more spry hunters as they battled demons and banished ghouls. Those days were mostly behind him, but every once in a while, he felt that itch, that craving to go out and chase adventure again.

Of course he was happy and comfortable in the life He and Zaire had made for themselves, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t go stretch his wings now and then. It was even Zaire that encouraged him to go check out this latest, kind of cryptic call. Very few details had been given, just that there had been unexplainable sightings of some kind of unusual creature at Llwyn Celyn forest walk.

Calls like these were often just skittish tourists that had merely spotted some local wildlife and couldn’t quite identify it, but Dennis isn’t one to pass up the opportunity for a peaceful walk in nature and so he parks up and heads in.

After an hour or so of wandering, enjoying the flora and the scenic views, and finding no clear trace of supernatural activity he decides to take a little rest. He doesn’t have quite the amount of energy as he did in his twenties so he flops down into a comfortable grassy clearing. He must have been more exhausted than he thought as the grass just seems oh so comfortable, and his eyes seem so heavy… He lays back and shuts his eyes…

“What have you found?” She asked, pausing to listen to their voices on the breeze. A visitor, they announced; by will or by folly this One had come! They had felt him slip into slumber in the quiet calm of the forest clearing, they told her. A strange place to find rest, she thought to herself. Perhaps this visitor of theirs was unaware of where he would find himself when he awoke if he let himself drift into dreams. 

She followed the gossiping flora as they directed her to the clearing in which Dennis had settled. Quietly crouching beside the sleeping Welshman, long fingers curled around the staff at her side to aid her balance as she did so, she observed the air as it moved around him to take her measure of him in the absence of sight.

Human? Most likely. Yet something else lingered beneath the surface. Human yes, but not quite.

Interesting.

“Hail to thee, my friend,” she began, her tone warm but carrying an air of mischief woven into her words as she gently placed a hand upon his shoulder to rouse him from his sleep.

His mind is filled with strange wonders, visions of colours and creatures he'd never seen before, a swirl of unfamiliar flora and fauna that invites him into their forest to play. In the distance he sees white feathers, his love is somewhere beyond the trees so he runs through to catch up with him, barefoot and soaking in the new sights and sounds that he can't wait to share with his husband.

Then he awakes, the dream slipping away... but not entirely.

His tired eyes blink and look up blearily at the figure above him, "Oh... oh I must've dozed off... I'm... I'm alright, just resting." He rubs a hand over his face as he begins to awkwardly sit himself up. "I was just uh... just doing some work in the forest, I actually ought to get... back..." His sentence trails off as he fully takes in the strange woman, she is clearly not some passing hiker out on the trail, her eyes are like nothing he's ever seen. Glancing around he feels his heart jump, he is not where he was before he stopped to rest.