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"Perhappps?" Oh dear, maybe the wolf really was part of here imagination. Surely she wasn't that tired, was she? "A shaaame,~" she spoke out loud, eyes turming cresent as she looked toward the handsome dream. His gray like ash, and beautiful eyes like the sea of green, roaming through the blades of grass and stopping to smell the flowers. Though a touch of white through the volcanic ash, Aerasha thought it would be disgraceful if he truly was, but a dream.

Though words held like one, he faintly reminded her of the advisor from her maiden pack. An older fellow, but wise in his words, and gave guidance through her parents, and onto her brother. He too, was a dashing gentleman, that at times haunted in her dreams. The strange engima before her seemed to be one with him, which made her mindset believe, he really was a figment of her dreams. She had hoped he would be a newer one, and not a shadow from the past. Only his demenour reminded her of him, but everything else, was different. The Princess felt confused, as it was hard to tell from reality, to her tired and delusioned state.

"Are youuu, one of the mysteries?~" Aerasha faintly chuckled in an amused tone.