[Yes, her name does make itself known in his mind. So much of this place feels normal the longer he is nestled in someone’s dream — as if he is a cat, born on this world, following a stranger home and eying a package of colorful ribbons.
But he is not just a cat. He is Dream, and he intends to test his powers a little more, in a way that suits a feline. He gently influences three of the ribbons to slip out of their packaging with little more than his will. They flutter to the ground and he catches them in his open mouth, gently clamping down as not to crinkle them. And then he turns and slinks off and towards the exit.
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But he is not just a cat. He is Dream, and he intends to test his powers a little more, in a way that suits a feline. He gently influences three of the ribbons to slip out of their packaging with little more than his will. They flutter to the ground and he catches them in his open mouth, gently clamping down as not to crinkle them. And then he turns and slinks off and towards the exit.
Follow him, Arthur! Surely you want these back.]