She took his outstretched hand and stood, tentatively. She still looked rattled and empty, but her normal dark grey color was coming back into her ash grey face. Her eyes only glowed a pale orange instead of their radiant flame color, but they were not vacant as before.<br/>"Who are you..." She spoke quietly but it echoed softly around them as the Dream World felt her emotions and adapted to them.<br/><br/>Vivian slowly turned and looked around. It was as if they were in a void of undulating pastels, reminding her of the pretty color on the inside of some shells. A serene calm washed over her the longer they stayed where they were standing, and she looked back at the man. He looked young, maybe in his 20's or early 30's, and his long black hair swayed in a non-existent breeze. He looked Indian-American with his bronze skin and dark eyes, and though he looked young, there was an air of wisdom about him that spoke of millenniums of experience. She realized that she was still holding his hand lightly.