[There are so many flowers, meticulously planted, a whole garden of color. Dream is a patch of four-legged night traveling past ad through, never bending even a stem. And when he finally sits waits in front of the stables, glancing up at Arthur with a gently undulating tail, the man dismounts his ride and walks over to—
Pick him up.
That was not quite what he intended—who just waltzes up to Dream of the Endless and picks him up?—but perhaps he should not be surprised. His tail flicks, but there’s no real irritation present. He’s a large cat, soft to the touch, and just as floppy as a real one when picked up.
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Pick him up.
That was not quite what he intended—who just waltzes up to Dream of the Endless and picks him up?—but perhaps he should not be surprised. His tail flicks, but there’s no real irritation present. He’s a large cat, soft to the touch, and just as floppy as a real one when picked up.
What are you going to do with him, bud.]