[there's a twitch to his own lips at the answer. Something about the kid in the driver's seat is almost too energetic not to feel the effects of, like the sun reflecting off water.]
Cloud.
[his voice is soft and low but it carries easily over the wind in the dream. He swears he's seen that smile before but he can't place it. And he's fairly sure he'd remember the driver if he'd met him before. His eyes shift back to the landscape ahead of them. It's starting to trickle through that this must be a dream and not one of his.]
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Cloud.
[his voice is soft and low but it carries easily over the wind in the dream. He swears he's seen that smile before but he can't place it. And he's fairly sure he'd remember the driver if he'd met him before. His eyes shift back to the landscape ahead of them. It's starting to trickle through that this must be a dream and not one of his.]
Where are we going?