Meira dropped her head to sniff Luthien, recognition flitting briefly through her eyes.

Anani? My cat is named...oh.

What a strange dream, her cat seemed to have followed her into it, and this little creature and the man who spoke so carefully, almost as if skirting a question he very much wanted an answer to. But it wasn't the one he asked, she knew that for certain. She turned around, head tipping from side to side, evaluating. A name came to mind, a name that matched. She dropped into a play bow, tail not quite wagging, then bounced around in a circle.

I know you, she yipped, So yes, yes I'm fine. This is fun!