[ The dream begins in what appears to be a large, rectangular study, fitted with white stone walls and classical, marble columns at its corners. Gold-and-black crown moldings fit along the edge of the ceiling. Long, iron lanterns hang down over the room, and their cauldrons are yet to be refilled with oil, indicating exhaustion from the previous night. No candle or fire is necessary, however, as early afternoon light pours into the room from an open balcony.  An expansive courtyard sprawls out below, containing hedges, plots of white sylleblossoms, a fountain, shallow pools with lilies, and a few smaller buildings fashioned from similar white stone and columns. As for the room itself, almost all furniture-- a few desks, tables, plush chairs, and a chaise-- is cluttered with either open scrolls or spineless books. Shelves with more scrolls, some pristine and others tattered, line the far wall floor-to-ceiling behind the desk.

Perhaps the dream has seen to fit you in garb appropriate for this ancient era, whether tunic, toga, and chlamys, or chiton, stola, gown, and perhaps a headscarf.  Or maybe you're stepping into this dream in your usual outfit, properly isekai'd into a fantasy ancient realm. Maybe you, too, are affected by this month's theme for dreams of child-like wonder and have been turned younger as well. Either way, someone greets you: ]

A: Bitty
Brother? Are you--... ah.  [ A voice calls, cutting short as soon as you step into view. A child peeks out from behind the desk, no more than six, perhaps seven, sporting a head of uncombed dark hair and bright blue, cunning eyes. One of his small hands curls over the edge of the desk, while the other holds an opened scroll, upon which appears to be a depiction of a  winged behemoth, dripping with shadow.  

His fingers are covered in ink from having taken notes on the picture, and his fingers stain the side of the desk, which will no doubt cost him a scolding later. Sniffling once, he bravely steps out further, although trepidation clearly marks his face. Likely, the child scared himself while studying the beast, but that doesn't stop him from raising his chin as he looks at you. ]

Who are you? Did you bring something to eat? [ It seems he could use a break. ]

B: Teenage Dritbag
Brother? Are you--... ah. [ You're addressed as soon as you manifest into the dream. This voice, deeper but not yet set, belongs to a youth on the cusp of adulthood. He is dressed in a simple tunic with an overlying, blue chlamys, of which he adjusts the clasp as he stands up from his desk.  Longer bangs frame his face, lending to a more broody appearance, but his gaze is sharp and suspicious as it settles on you. He makes no effort to conceal the disappointment in his voice. ] Are you the new tutor?

[ He sets a scroll down, one that appears to depict a contraption of some sort-- an irrigation system, for those more perceptive-- in order to cross his arms over his chest. Of note, there is also a large hunting falcon upon a perch to the side of the desk. It, too, seems to regard you with scrutiny. ]  

[ The pitch of night, with neither stars nor moon overhead, renders the rest of the landscape close to being a void, with the only indication that there is something out there being the rustle of trees and the occasional howl. Fortunately, you're standing upon a small, stone clearing, one in which mysterious runes glow softly beneath your feet. Their light is meager but curiously soothing-- what's more, they seem new, as if freshly carved or blessed into the earth. ]

--What are you doing? [ A sharp, urgent voice cuts through the silence. Standing up from his spot at the campfire, he walks to your side, although he appears to favor an ankle as he moves, as if previously injured.  Frustration seems to cloud his expression, but behind the demanding, hushed tone is a deep, wary concern as he gestures into the darkness. Perhaps there are more than just the occasional beasts lurking under the cover of night. Whatever they are, their forms cannot be discerned. ] Going beyond the Haven's borders is foolish. We must wait until morning.  

[ Like the previous prompt, feel free to have your character appear as they are, as a child/younger themselves, or dressed in era-appropriate clothes. ]

[ As ususal, Somnus can be found in his smithy within Reverin. Curiously, you just might find him not working on weapons, but something much smaller. Jewelry, perhaps? Now that he no longer manifests in his traditional, giant-suit-of-armor, his phantom form gives him the ability to craft with much more precision. ]

[ Have an idea? PM this account, drinksteapots, or Jade294#6977! (Also as an OOC NOTE, Somnus is canonically identical to Noctis when he was younger, therefore the PBs for Somnus as his teenage self will be of Noctis as he appears in the Brotherhood anime.) ]