Hoshor Plains The way you laugh sounds like

Dreaming, or in some other daze. Fionn nodded thoughtfully with eyes closed like a scholar, blinking them open again as a smile bloomed once more. I feel like I'm dreaming... pretty often. Maybe I'm dreaming now. You don't seem so real, He admitted with a little shake of his head. Was he dreaming about other women, then? He wasn't thinking of Deidra right now, but somehow it felt wrong, like there was a reason he shouldn't be seeing Finley. It wasn't like she was pretty anyway, and he couldn't understand why she was in his head. Um... did you choose to be here? Or did I create you?