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[ooc: So okay. Dream sequence post! If you want your pup to have a wacky dream sequence involving meeting Intuition, tag away! If you want more information about what the heck I'm talking about, ping at pythianhabenero!]

Intuition is dreaming.

For the first time since becoming human, she's dreaming as herself, properly abstract - drifting through the fantastic realms of the human subconscious, brushing up against a thought here, touching down in a familiarly unfamiliar landscape there.

Perhaps the next dream she touches will be yours.

Perhaps it won't.

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That's not at issue. It's his dream, his space. She is, perhaps, less welcome here than she would be in the dream of a human, but she is still Intuition, and therefore a part of every dream whether she appears there or not.

He didn't answer when he was awake. Perhaps he'll speak more clearly now, in this unreal realm. The hummingbird (whose blurred, bright wings are shrouded for a moment in rainbows) doesn't know. She waits patiently for an answer, or the lack of one.

The dragon snaps away from her, curling around the labyrinth faster, steam rushing from between his teeth.

Another form seems to melt out of the air behind the hummingbird. The human would be an exact match for Shay, were his face not set into cold, grim lines and his eyes weren't vividly blue.
"All the calculations," Icily. "Are useless. You make them wrong." Above them, the dragon lets out an angry roar.

The hummingbird turns to face Long's human avatar, settling onto a perch of empty air.

"Inexplicable events are rare. They are merely minor inconveniences," Long replies, lightly. "You are constantly inexplicable."

Intuition finds that hummingbirds are regrettably incapable of shrugs, and changes forms to accomodate her sudden need for such a gesture.

"To understand me, you need only accept me."

Long goes silent. The promise of understanding is a particularly tempting one - It leads on, somewhat, to the promise of being able to predict how she works, to Long.

It is something to consider: But for now, human and dragon speak simultaneously:

It's a good thing Intuition just became human, because she's needing that capacity for shrugs again.

"My presence here is not a thing of intention, but of circumstance. I can no more leave than you."

That isn't the whole story, of course. In a vaguely explanatory fashion, Intuition's body fades out into a twinkle of rainbows.

The faint not-voice comes from no particular direction. Inty is, after all, a landscape as well as a person. If being the latter provokes unpleasantness, perhaps the former aspect will be less intrusive.

"You are still here."

The tone of the communication indicates that Long is not thusly constrained.

Long's human avatar turns his head to one side, pouting. Above, the dragon rumbles sulkily to itself.

To Intuition, anything with a mind is young.

Yes. After all, these multidimensional connections actually approach the complexity of overlays and path-shadows that peppered Intuition's city. Few human dreams accomplish such a feat.

Long asks, keeping ever watchful in case he might see Intuition in a more solid form.

As she speaks, a sparkle of rainbows forms in part of the labyrinth - subtly at first, but gaining shape and definition as Intuition explains.

The blossom of light gently resolves - not into a physical representation, no, but a dense mathematical description of the forms and interconnections that shape a vast, sprawling, empty metropolis.

A tiny explosion of light and colour, as the math of it shows him - how this door approached from this angle would transport the traveler to this place, but from another angle, or unlocked in a different manner, would send them somewhere entirely else. How the quickest way to get to the third floor of the main library from the first floor of the art gallery beside it was to take a quick detour through a section of the observatory halfway across town. And the equations that describe this relation shift and change, a constantly evolving pattern that never quite stays still long enough to be truly pinned down, yet following its own brand of defiantly peculiar logic.

Intuition adds, her tone one of quiet, reflective sorrow.

Long doesn't speak - He curls his body around the light and colour, observing it from all angles for several long moments.

Eventually, his human avatar speaks.
"Fascinating."

she replies as the colours fade away, her tone light with amusement.

"It is."

Behind the human avatar, a long line of rabbits, ducks, badgers and puppies make their way by. A moment later, a walrus drags itself after that.

"He's sleeping. I think it's time for me to leave."

Intuition is curious to know if she can stay in Long's dreamscape after he wakes up.

It's a pleasant place to be. She wouldn't mind staying, if circumstances permit.

"Farewell." Long replies, quietly, as dragon and human fade away.

Bit by bit, the labyrinth starts to fade away to a beach, with a surprising amount of cuddly animals.

Inty likes cuddly animals!

She's just going to quietly appear as herself, now, for the purposes of hugging one.

A bear wanders over to hug her, surprisingly gently, before taking her hand in one of it's paws.

Clearly, it's perfectly normal to start skipping down the beach. Bears can move on their hind legs for that long.

This is clearly no longer Long's dream.

But the bear is eminently huggable, and Inty is perfectly willing to skip down the beach with it until Shay makes himself known.

A walrus comes up to take her other hand in one of it's fins as they skip down.

Shay is sprawled out, somewhere, in the sand.

D'aww.

"You dream adorably," she informs him when she arrives.

"Hey, Crazy Rainbow Girl." Shay says, affectionately. "You should lie down. Relax."

"I was just a landscape for some time," she points out. "I've had enough relaxing for now."