Ravin Black
Though he seemed peaceful, there was no telling what Dylan was thinking at this moment. Exhausted, Ravin merely nodded off to sleep with Dylan's warm head laid on her leg. Once again she dreamed of the fair-haired child and chased them around the forests of Wickwood. She dreamed of lace and being Dylan's wife.
The dark things strayed back into the shadows of her nightmares where they belonged, reserved only for the worst of times.