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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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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.

"It's a beautiful house," says Intuition, grinning back.

"It has donkeys!" Shay grins. "Well, a donkey. Pigs, too, how'd I forget the pigs?"

As if on cue, the sound of pigs becomes mixed in with that of the rest of the animals.

Intuition shrugs. She doesn't know how he forgot the pigs.

With a conspiratorial wink, she closes her hand and opens it again, palm up, to reveal a marble.

Inside the marble is this house, complete with the lighting of the sunset. Sadly, Intuition can't make living creatures, so the house in the marble is silent and empty - but there's the suggestion all the same, in this group of shadows or that patch of warm sunlight thrown on a wall, that the farm animals could be there. If they wanted.

Laughing, she hands it to Shay.

"Thank you." Shay beams, taking it.

"You're welcome."

She beams back.

"If I still had my city, I would put it in a garden. As it is, these marbles seem to be the limit for now."

"A marble is fine." Shay says, shaking his head and stuffing it in his pocket.

"Good!"

Cue beaming. (Inty does a lot of that.)

"Good." Shay echoes.

Since she doesn't have anything to say to that, Intuition produces another marble - the one that contains the (http://community.livejournal.com/shatterverse/8965.html?thread=741381#t741381) ocean (http://community.livejournal.com/shatterverse/8965.html?thread=731397#t731397) - and begins to inspect it, grinning.

"Nice ocean-marble." Shay remarks, amusedly.

"Thank you."

Intuition beams (who's surprised?).

"It was a delight to make."

"I'm sure it was." Beat. "Want to see the donkey?"

"Sure!"

Shay grabs her hand, leading her over to the nearby stable. A donkey peers out at them.

"It's a donkey!" Shay beams.

"It is, at that."

Oh, the simple pleasures of dreams.

For a moment, she misses her city terribly. There, she could at least have approximated the donkey - a representation in starlight, perhaps. Here she's not capable of so much as assembling a proper garden.