[Myr left his magic back home, and L experienced it for the first time in Aefenglom. While their backgrounds are profoundly different, it creates a strange kind of mirror image symmetry to know that they meet so amiably in the middle, in gentle agreement that the intimidating majesty of these fae dreams offer more than they threaten.

L's dark-eyed glances at Myr never last long, enough to take in the image of his Bonded before flickering away. The comfort of the dream's harmonious surroundings is interrupted slightly by the fact that L is used to Myr not being able to see him, allowing him a very certain kind of mercy and freedom. It doesn't help that the dream reflects perhaps a harsher version of L than what appears in the waking world; there is a surreal and spectral quality to his appearance, faded, nearly translucent in the bioluminescent underground glow.]

I've made some study of dream-walking, you know. It fits into the work associated with divination...but the associated risks are significant. I haven't gone further than theory yet, for those reasons.

[He takes note of the worm that seems to be making a beeline for their resting spot, raising a brow.]

I see you brought a friend.

[A more welcome companion than Niles, certainly.]