You just recently joined the Star Sanses.

Dream is pulling back an arrow, resting it against the front of his bow. The glowing blue arrow of positivity focused on a target in front of him.

His eye lights are focused, determined to get the perfect shot.

Then, you show up. You tap his shoulder, causing him to release the line of his arrow early. Despite his jolt of shock, it still hit the bullseye perfectly.

"Ah!" He yelped, turning to see you standing next to him. He sighed through his non-existent lungs, and he lowers his bow to his side.

"What is it? Do you need something?" He asked, sounding a tad shaken up, but still mellow and warm.