[Fey]

Tal was having an amazing, though bizare, dream. Dark clouds wound their way around his arms as he floated through a sea of silver light. His body felt weightless and weighed down at the same time, as though he was in a body of oily-thick water. A passing cloud brushed against his face and he arduously moved his hand up to brush it away. The cloud seemed to sense the movement of his hand and avoided his touch. Becoming frustrated he tried to bat it away...to wake up to Biscuit's claws sinking into his hand that now was flat against the furry tummy.

"Bloody cat," he muttered under his breath. He knew better than to yank his hand free, he'd be scratched badly. Better to let the blighter decide to let go on his own. Reminded to where he was he glanced down at the sleeping woman against his chest, his other hand tangled up in her hair.