[She huddles a little closer to him, both for some warmth and security... and also because he's soft and she can't stop running her fingers over his mane, watching the way the snowflakes and glitter fall off him like a crystal snowfall. But she does lift her head and she stares out with him.]
Wouldn't be the first time...
[When Reverein had turned into cookies, and so did they. But this is a whole dreamscape?]
She flits forward, beckoning for him to follow after her, to examine the squares on the ground, the large... is that a dice? And the mountain that looms in the back.]
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Wouldn't be the first time...
[When Reverein had turned into cookies, and so did they. But this is a whole dreamscape?]
What do you think this is about?
[Definitely not piecing together that it's related to the snowstorms and messages on the café window.
She flits forward, beckoning for him to follow after her, to examine the squares on the ground, the large... is that a dice? And the mountain that looms in the back.]