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Dreamless snorted as he looked around. He really didn't see anything magical or spectacular with the swamp. It was a swamp. There were trees, marshy ground, water, plants. How was it... special?

Dreamless was a practical minded buck. His world didn't have dreams or flights of fancy. There was no magic in the world. His disbelief in things he couldn't see left him barely acknowledge the Motherfather. She was the swamp though, and the swamp was all around.

Dreamless was pondering how his twin could believe in things that didn't exist. Things he was sure didn't exist. But did others believe in the... fanciful things? He decided to seek some out and take a survey. It was practical. That soothed his mind. So the rainbow-backed buck wandered the swamp, seeking out others.

Dreamless paused at the sound of a voice. "Hello." Came the even reply. He looked over his shoulder at the doe that peeked out behind the willow branches. He stared at her a moment, cool and detached.

The female looked... tired. "Were you sleeping?" It didn't cross his mind that he could be disturbing her. He was awake, so she should be awake too. All kin should... right?

That was an unrealistic ideal. Dreamless stared at where the doe had vanished.

He was oblivious, and stepped closer, but paused at the wall of branches. "Isn't it late to be sleeping?" Wait, that wasn't his reason to be here. "Do you believe in things you cannot see?" He cut to the chase. She was the first he had run into, so he didn't have his questions refined yet.

Dreamless was about to open his mouth to say that was not what he meant, but she did have a point. He knew what love was. It wasn't tangible. ... But he could see it. Specially in his family.

"No." he said after a moment. "Like... dreaming while awake." What was it his twin called it? "Pretending?" It baffled him how she could do things like that. The things she 'pretended' weren't real. Though the fact that the nature of pretending was because things weren't real eluded him completely.

The doe spoke in riddles. Or at least, that's how Dreamless interpreted things. He could understand being lonely. Even wanting for one's sibling. He wondered for a moment if his twin, Endless Dreaming would be fond of this doe. That question was quickly banished however. The way Dusk spoke, Dreamless wondered if her brother had died somehow, leaving her alone, and she just... waited for him because she was lonely.

That was the only logical explanation for her current hypothetical. He was not her brother, but taking one in as a family member was not unheard of. Adopting, or surrogates... he could never remember the right one. He could be her surrogate brother.

"I would like you to be you. Be honest, be yourself." She was quite close, and ... Well, Dreamless could smell her. That was... He couldn't think of a time when he had been in this sort of position.

He suddenly forgot why it was he had come to this part of the swamp. He was looking... something.... right? Wait what? Their noses touched, and Dusk had trapped Dreamless. The invitation was not ignored as he followed her curiously into the shade of her willow tree.

It would be indigified and therefore untrue to say From Dawn walked back with a spring in his step, but his hoofbeats were that tad more free than usual. The morning's mission had gone smoothly - well enough, in fact, that he was ahead of schedule, and could return to his beloved sister slightly earlier than he'd projected. It was a matter of great distaste to him that he had to leave her behind when he slipped off to do his more...unsavoury jobs, but it was really the best for her - she had not the stomach for the worst of these things...as befitted a lady, naturally. But he too knew she hated to be away from him for such protracted times, and his early return would be a nice surprise.

...Or a rude shock. A set of alien hoofprints led to her bower. There was no trail out. The lighter mood fell from his mien; he set his jaw. She was lonely, he knew. He could not give her all. And thus he allowed her little dalliances, made no quibble with her choice of bucks. But that didn't mean he couldn't loathe it all inside, and as he parted her willow curtain with a precise hoof, his glowing eyes narrowed as his stormy gaze fell across his precious Dusk entwined with her latest beau.

Dreamless was content. With Dusk's warm body beside him, he was feeling quite relaxed, and lulled into a state near sleep. He hadn't found what he was looking for; answers. But this was a nice alternative.

He caught the sound of hoof-falls just before the willow leaves parted. Dreamless opened his eyes as Dusk shifted away from him. Red eyes fell upon the buck who suddenly joined them. Orange pelt, the wispy dark umber markings... this was her brother, to be sure. So he had misunderstood her need call him brother. It was unfortunate.

More then that, he was confused. Dusk had... wait, brother? And then they... and that...? His ears swiveled forward. All Dreamless could manage to so was half sputter. "Leave?"