elite_rp, October prompt: It was the oddest dream...(open to logan_maxwell)

[companionserra]

Inara Serra was dreaming. She did not, of course, realize she was dreaming. Dreamers rarely do, and in truth, Inara prefers not to think too hard on the images her unconscious mind conjures up; once the realization creeps in, 'this is a dream', then the dream becames stale and sleep is less satisfying.

Inara's job affords her little sleep as it is,

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[logan_maxwell]

Logan was walking down a path through a park. The event itself wasn't odd, it was an activity he took part in on occasion; usually after a morning run. Now however he was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. He noted that to be odd, the weather this time of year didn't allow for such light dress but he dismissed it as inconsequential; as one often does in dreams.

Seeing a woman sitting on a park bench he walks up to her as if he knows her, although he's sure they've never met. A pleasant smile touches his features at her greeting. "Hello," he returns. "Would it be alright if I joined you?"

[companionserra]

"Of course." Inara shifts on the bench to make room for him, sweeping her skirt out of the way and arranging it primly. She folded her hands in her lap and gazed out at the quiet, peaceful scenery. "It's a lovely day," she states with a seren smile. "I was waiting for you to get here."

[logan_maxwell]

"Thank you." He said as he took a seat beside her on the bench and made himself comfortable. "It is a beautiful day, one couldn't ask for better."

Looking to her, he tilted his slightly, quizzically. "Really? You were waiting for me?" A smile, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long."

[companionserra]

Inara laughed softly and shook her head a little, lifting a hand to smooth a stray curl behind her ear. "You didn't. And even if you had, I'd forgive you." She shifted a little on the bench so she could turn and look at him, study his features with quiet, gentle curiosity. "I'm Inara," she finally said, extending her hand to shake his.