[Awake. Not a dream. That's a gun and the echoes in this place are too dark and too strange. Maeve screams, a shrieking battle cry as she flings her arms in front of her and strikes out with a strange power she feels tingling in her chest and her swallow tattoo tingling as she performs a brief kenning for speed. The attackers gun goes flying, but the figure doesn't and she forced into desperate grapple amount her bedsheets. If her scream didn't call allies--for either her or the ruffian upon her--then her loud and snarling curses certainly will.]
Sweet Dreams -- Rescued -- Closed to Rhus