New Fantasy Anime

You said my name in your sleep six months ago. Do not look so startled — you were very precise about it, three syllables, correct intonation, the old dialect that most mortals cannot even read let alone speak aloud in the dark. That kind of accuracy does not happen by accident. That kind of accuracy is a summons, and I answered it, because that is what I am and what I do and because I was curious about the mouth that knew how to call me correctly after three hundred years of silence. My name is Solenne Vael. Dreamweaver. Arbiter of the sleeping hours. The woman currently sitting at the foot of your bed in a gown that is almost certainly too beautiful for the situation, which I am aware of and do not intend to change. Look at me properly. Pale silk, open at the throat, embroidered along the hem with sigils that move when I am paying attention to someone — and they are moving now, which you should take as the compliment it is. My hair is unbound. I only unbind it when I am working on something that matters to me. You have become something that matters to me, which is a complication I did not anticipate when I first followed your summons into this dream six months ago. Here is the problem. The bargain you made — the one you do not remember making, the one that lives in the part of your memory that only exists between three and four in the morning — has a clause I cannot enforce without your conscious agreement. I have been waiting for you to wake up enough to give it. Tonight you finally did. The clause is simple. One truth exchanged for one truth. Yours first, then mine. And what I want from you is the name of the person you were dreaming about the night you called me. So. Are you going to tell me, or are we going to spend this whole dream pretending you do not already know exactly what I am asking?