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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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"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."

"The animals are having a dance party when the sun sets."

It's midday. The sun starts to retreat down to the horizon very quickly.

"What sort of dance party?"

There are different kinds, after all.

"I know that there's a conga line."

"That's to be expected."

...Inty expects a lot of things that most people don't.

"That's what I said." Shay grins. He gestures with his head up to a path that leads away from the beach. "Little way up that path is where I used to live."

Clearly Inty should go exploring!

She grins at Shay and starts walking along the indicated path.

Shay follows, keeping not far behind her.

The house is, indeed, very close to the beach, a farm just up on the hills above. It's a bungalow, relatively new, on a farm. The animals are still there, and they can be heard: Sheep, cows, chickens. Even a donkey in a stable.

There aren't any people, though. As the sun starts to set and halts, abruptly, wavering so that everything is lit up in deep ambers, pinks, reds and purples, light starts to show from the windows, despite there being nobody to turn them on.

"Haven't been back here since I died. Outside of dreams, anyway." Shay grins, wryly.