Re: dreamland: becky/crane
He heard her before he saw her, the threads of jazz that laced through the room, preceding her entrance as she appeared rather than entered in any normal, logical manner. He said nothing, but he watched as she looked around, her gaze finally landing upon him, and he met it with a raised brow. A voice that was sweet, familiar yet distant, and he couldn't quite put his finger on where he might have known it from. But any desire to have his questions answered fluttered away as quickly as it had come and he instead rose to his full height, lanky and slender in build.
"Jonathan." It was answered simply, a first name that was as generic as they came. "And yourself?" There might have been a tinge of an accent, a callback to Georgia warmth and sweet sugar tea, but he had worked hard to rid himself of those roots, even here in the land of dreams.