[And in dreams, Myr has both things in his possession: A fallow deer's eyesight is nigh on a falcon's, and the vibrant thread of their Bond is--if anything--stronger in a realm where physical distances are often mutable and strange.
The Faun was fascinated with the giant worms himself; the nearest he could analogize to anything seen on Thedas was the humble caterpillar, but those were never ever so large nor so beautifully colored. Nor, Myr suspects, quite so gently placid in their thoughts. It's this beauty--inner and outer--that's made him linger after other dreamers from Aefenglom have continued across the lake; it is soothing beyond measure to lose himself in befriending the beasts, to wander with them as they traverse their feeding grounds.
It's soothing, also, to know both his Bonded are rejoicing in different ways at this dream, wherever they are; the knowledge sets Myr's anxiety at rest, keeps him from any urgency in seeking them out. Though as the perambulations of the worm-herd he's following brings them close to one of those bright spots in Myr's heart, he breaks away from them to follow the thread of his Bond. A click of hooves on stone announces his approach well before he's settling down beside L, legs tucked under him in a way that seems patently uncomfortable.
He doesn't say anything, yet, content to just be in the same space.]
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The Faun was fascinated with the giant worms himself; the nearest he could analogize to anything seen on Thedas was the humble caterpillar, but those were never ever so large nor so beautifully colored. Nor, Myr suspects, quite so gently placid in their thoughts. It's this beauty--inner and outer--that's made him linger after other dreamers from Aefenglom have continued across the lake; it is soothing beyond measure to lose himself in befriending the beasts, to wander with them as they traverse their feeding grounds.
It's soothing, also, to know both his Bonded are rejoicing in different ways at this dream, wherever they are; the knowledge sets Myr's anxiety at rest, keeps him from any urgency in seeking them out. Though as the perambulations of the worm-herd he's following brings them close to one of those bright spots in Myr's heart, he breaks away from them to follow the thread of his Bond. A click of hooves on stone announces his approach well before he's settling down beside L, legs tucked under him in a way that seems patently uncomfortable.
He doesn't say anything, yet, content to just be in the same space.]