"I dunno, that kind of sounds like something a dream dragon would say," Bruno points out with a shrug of his shoulders, although he hardly sounds serious about it. A joke, perhaps. He was right about Earth lacking in dragons, however. If only.

That Wrathion bothers to ask who he is draws his eyes back to the dragon. Huh. One would think people in a dream would already know if it truly was a dream, but some reach of dream logic alone. That was an uncomfortable thought. He preferred this all to be nothing more than a dream as well.

"Me? Oh, I'm Bruno." That's all. Plain old Bruno, nothing of interest here. "And you are...?"