Abigail has largely calmed down after arrival. Reverting to her typical, blonde, blue-eyed state. With the exception of the keyhole on her forehead. That stayed for the moment. She still needed to become adjusted with this new environment she's found herself in. It all felt familiar... similar to home, but not.

That was usually how dreamlands work. How doorways work.

She shouldn't be worried or surprised. Not really. Abigail is still, however, a young girl. A curious and bright one, but still young. It was all quite a bit to take in. Even with... all the extra help.

So it's with absolute glee when a black kitty-cat began to paw at her! She was going to kneel down to pet it before. Oh- it spoke! "Ah- a kitty...!"

Hang on, she's pausing for a moment. "And... you can speak?"

A tilt of her head in wonderment soon follows the question. She still reaches out a hand slowly to offer pets and chin scritches.