It shouldn't be surprising that a half demon, half elf girl who spent most of her life in the Dreaming would grow to be quite the loner. Especially if you know the one time she attempted to share her life with another, it ended badly. And not just once, but twice with this man.
And so, Nisaa came to the simple conclusion that she was meant to walk this world alone. This world, and the world she calls home... the Dreaming.
Until she found him.
Or rather, until he found her.
Out in the waking world to hunt, she noticed she was being tracked. First by a beautiful jaguar, a situation she rectified by backtracking out of the great beast's territory, respect offered to the wild always. He kept watch over her for two days still. She understood, it was after all she who intruded upon his territory. Or so she thought.
But then a man began tracking her. She simply took this as a sign this hunting trip was not meant to be, and did her level best to lose him so she could return home. Strange... she couldn't shake him. Rather than frighten her, this intrigued her. Who was this man she couldn't lose. Better yet, WHAT was he?
Twice she thought she'd finally shaken him, only to find him once again on her scent. Finally she stepped into an old Inn to see just what he would do. Brave soul followed and walked right... up... to... her.
Theron.
Brave, strong, beautiful Theron.
So much has come to pass since that game of cat and mouse played in those woods. Since that dance of discovery and testing of each other... and they have remained together through it all.
Meant to be. He so like her in so many ways, halfbreed, not accepted... except by each other. And for the first time, she found herself welcoming another into her own private world.
A world he quickly came to embrace as his own. Learning swiftly of the Dreaming, learning to walk with the dreamers and mold, alter or ease their dreams. He amazed her, such a natural he was.
In time, however, it was not enough for him to simply be her "guest" in this, her world. And so, he challenged the Dreaming itself for his own right to walk its turf freely... for his right to be accepted as one of its own on his own merits, knowing this challenge would cost him his life should he fail the Trial it beckoned. He would not fail. Not her Theron. She had not a moment's doubt. And he, as always, did not disappoint her.
Now he bears the mark just as she does. Claimed and accepted as Children of the Dreaming.
Forging forward in this, their life together... dancing ever lightly between the world of the waking and the land where every dream there is exists... their home.