Courtney still wasn't thinking any of this was real. She regarded the brunette rocking on her knees with a curiosity. "Weird. Normally I'm the one freaking out in my dreams. I guess this isn't a nightmare though." She muttered to herself, at a volume that wasn't necessarily meant for anyone to hear but also not necessarily meant for anyone else not to hear either. Maybe this girl signified her fears, she decided, before turning away, not realizing it was a person rather than a psychic manifestation of her insecurity.<br/><br/>Having decided that this wasn't reality she wasn't making any particular effort to cover herself anymore, figuring clothes would appear on her when this all became a masquerade ball like it always did for the girl who'd seen<em>Labyrinth</em>far too many times. Feeling that gorgeous ballroom gown in this vividness would be special, she looked forward to it.<br/><br/>She stood up, her vantage point seeming lower than normal, but she didn't really have a frame of reference to know it for sure. Just as she was thinking of seeing what the 'white rabbit' had to offer she heard a groaning and turned to see Timothy. Hmm. Naked man with a hard on. It actually made things seem less weird to hear, as it was the more normal sort of thing to pop up in her dreams. She started to turn away from him, treating him no more than one would a painting, when he started to speak.<br/><br/>She did a double take and looked back at him. Things in her dreams were never this articulate. Vague concepts at best. And what had he said about her? She tenderly raised a hand to her ear and was obviously surprised when she found a point. It was also quite sensitive! Pointed ears, heightened senses, slender build, wait..."I'm an elf?" She said outloud, in puzzlement. Why was she an elf? What had she watched with an elf in it? She'd only ever seen one of the<em>Lord of Rings</em>movies and she'd fallen asleep halfway through. "What does that mean?" She wondered.<br/><br/>She turned back to Timothy, eyeing him curiously. "Well then." She said, noting that her voice seemed more melodious and soothing than normal as she actually spoke, rather than just muttered to herself, with it for the fist time. "I'm not quite sure who I am. Do you know?" She wasn't Courtney anymore. Not if she was an elf! Maybe this man was some sort of guide her dream had sent?<br/><br/>