Aaron had a lot of dreams. Rather than fairy dust and unicorns, Aaron's dreams were grounded heavy in the real. Pine trees and strong mountain breezes tended to pervade the good ones. The bad ones---he didn't remember when he woke, and it was better that way. "Hey." He took the silly looking dress in total stride, since, you know, it was a dream. "What's up?" Her, apparently. He was standing on the ground, and she was in the air, his head tilted up at her so he could see. He looked devastatingly normal, sweatshirt, jeans, old, old tennis shoes.