Anubias has never come across anyone in his dreams before - even his companion usually wasn’t as clear as she was right now as they played. Normally, everything else was vague - shadowy shapes that hinted of other horses. Mostly, his dreams were about places more than faces - worlds brimming with flowers and light.
Especially since the sun disappeared.
So it is a surprise when someone else shows up - nothing vague about her but there’s definitely something dreamlike. She seems to match this place, he thinks as he starts to smile, even as she solidifies.
His companion ceases her game and clamours up Anubias’ leg and neck so that she can peer at the stranger over his head. She flattens her belly against his white mane and settles in. This situation is not particularly comfortable for him, especially where her claws dig in when climbing and when she occasionally gets bored and nibbles his ears. Now, though, she’s just as curious about the stranger as Anubias is - and they are both delighted by the topic she’s picked.
“My mom called it a red panda, but I don’t know where there might be more. She's the only one I've seen.” He flicks his pale green eyes up, just catching the smallest glimpse of the fur in his periphery. “She just showed up one day.” And things had been wonderful ever since. “I’m Anubias.” He offers when his gaze returns to the winged stranger.
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