Firefly Ravine and i brought your blanket, hand-woven, hand-dyed

whatever the dream-lands are, okeanos isn't sure, but so long as there's no bears around... wait. "you've met a bear?"  he asks, shocked, his posture relaxing. he definitely wouldn't like to meet a bear, but the idea that someone else has is kind of impressive, if scary. her comment on the fables of old goes over his little head, though he's curious -- in fact he opens his mouth to ask when she introduces herself. wraen. it's weirdly familiar... for some reason he thinks of papa. "m'oke-a-nos," the boy answers, his expression comically studious as he tries to place where he's heard her name before.