The dreams surroundings materialised around her. Evanna stood on the balcony on the side of the snowy mountainside like she did once before. She turned around, already anticipating her mother. As soon as Evanna saw her, she raced into her open arms.
"*Oh, child. I have been so worried about you,*" Loraven stroked her daughter's hair and held her tightly against her.
"*There is no need to worry, mother, *" Evanna replied into her hair.
They pulled away from each other, both observing the other. Like her last dream with her mother, she appeared healthy with glowing skin, her dark hair flowing down in waves above her light blue elven made dress. Evanna's brows arched together at the realisation that she was wearing a dress similar to what she had been wearing over the past few days.
