Once she speaks and confirms that she’s real, Anubias cannot help but show off a little. The mists around them soften and he’s able to create the meadow - glittering in some early dawn light. He always recreates the sun in his dreams, the short time that he had existed with it had not nearly been long enough. It is usually either too bright or too dim, though, because his memories of it have started to fade. In this dream, it’s a little too dim but he’s quite proud of the effect.
As the details start to spiral out from him, he replies - flicking his metallic green ears. “I am both real and in a dream so I guess that must be why.” He replies with a bright smile, not thinking too much about her less-than-optimistic voice. He’s far too curious about her being here with him (while also simultaneously hoping his companion isn’t too put out at not having been included this time).
His head tilts to the side a little as he lets some of those curiosities out. “Are you real? Can you dream-walk too?” He didn’t know whether there was an official name for what he could do, shaping his dreams as he did, or even if it was a “thing” at all. Maybe everyone could do this once they reached a certain age! The filly before him looked to be a little younger, sure, which only made it all the more impressive that she could do it too.
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