Aisling
The night was still young yet, so the dream walker wasn't in a terrible hurry. The demons like Wraith and others that fed from nightmares didn't dare strike this early for fear their prey would wake up. They had to lull them in first, make sure they would get several hours of slowly increased horror to feed from to make the hunt worth while.
But Aisling adored these moment--moments when he could leisurely stroll from dream to dream and ensure his charges were all dreaming sweet dreams. The children were his favorite to visit; oh the tales their young minds could weave! Adults, even during pleasant dreams, felt all too grounded in real life. Both were fine, but the dream guard did prefer to pretend to be so young and naive again.
Tonight he had chosen the inhabitants of the Disillusioned Estate, as Wraith had been spotted there frequently as of late. He was still trying to figure out why the demon was haunting this household in particular, but all he could figure thus far was that the vast number of dreamers within simply meant he didn't have to go far to find new prey.
As the sun fully slipped behind the line of the horizon Aisling's bell and tips of his fur began to glow softly like a nightlight. He closed his eyes and slipped into an ethereal state before gliding through the walls and towards the first dreamer he'd visit this night...