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"Maybe?" Her dream was one of riddles, Aerasha felt puzzled, for her mind felt split. One said it was just a pleasant dream with a handsome man, but the other felt it was real, that surely none of this could be a dream. Though he was no help, for he left it all to her to determine if this was reality, or an imagination. Here eyes moved like the cresent moon as she narrowed toward him, fascinated by this dreamy wolf, one who felt neither reality or fiction, a hard tale to tell, "Up to me, hmmm.."

Upwards they go, she smiled like a siren, "What ifffff, I don't want this to be a dreaaam.~" Playful as she was, it wouldn't change even if it was all in the mind. She felt a stress, and relinquished it to a more playful banter and followed his whimsical words with her own.