The winter gardens were quiet, stillness a soldier in the evening shadows. Terrapins slept in their pond, dreams stroking their minds with magic.

They were in Gemstone Glade, a place they had sleepshifted to before.

The sun shone brightly, sparkling in the tranquil waters of the fountain. The terrapins swam with glee, the water singing to their souls, a soft song of sanctuary.

Slowly, new forms emerged in the water. Baby terrapins, shells of shining crystal, all the colours of  the rainbow. The secret of Gemstone Glade, and the fertility spell in the fountain. The terrapins looked at their soul children in stunned surprise.

The infant terrapins continued to swim, a miracle of life. Gemstone Glade was their home now. When the adult terrapins awoke, heartache would lace the memory of their babies,  gone but never forgotten. They would see them again in their dreams.