[The worm, by turn, withdraws a space at the motion from L, his clear mirror in uncertainty. It tugs Myr's smile a little melancholy to see and feel them so, his Bonded and his new friend each worried about the other's potential for harm.]
It's all right, [he reassures both of them.] He won't hurt you.
[Which is apparently enough for the worm, who folds itself into a more compact shape beside the two dreamers.
Myr isn't quite so bold to use it as a backrest--though it's in range for that, and likely soft enough beside--as he turns his attention fully to L, instead leaning in to rest an elbow on his knee, chin in his hand. His ears twitch with thought as he processes the analogy.]
So much of it's focused on how each dreamer here is--usually--a world unto herself, then? [It's still so strange to think of, even after months of living it; of course, the part of the Fade a given dreamer occupied would bend in around her as its residents tried to capture her attentions, but it remained the Fade even so. A dream was a journey that might intersect with the paths of spirits or dreamers or other demons, not a wholly internal experience that had to be broken into from outside. (With a few horrifying exceptions he'd heard of, now and again.)] And not this--wider experience that we Mirrorbound are given to?
[A pause, and something occurs to him--] If it's something you're keen on practicing with a willing subject, I'd not mind a visitor to mine, now and again.
[Dreaming entirely within the confines of his skull was lonely and isolating and alien. Even so, the idea he could ask a Witch to visit to relieve that...hadn't occurred until now. And there really isn't a Witch he'd trust with the possibility of what his nightmares contain--other than L.]
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It's all right, [he reassures both of them.] He won't hurt you.
[Which is apparently enough for the worm, who folds itself into a more compact shape beside the two dreamers.
Myr isn't quite so bold to use it as a backrest--though it's in range for that, and likely soft enough beside--as he turns his attention fully to L, instead leaning in to rest an elbow on his knee, chin in his hand. His ears twitch with thought as he processes the analogy.]
So much of it's focused on how each dreamer here is--usually--a world unto herself, then? [It's still so strange to think of, even after months of living it; of course, the part of the Fade a given dreamer occupied would bend in around her as its residents tried to capture her attentions, but it remained the Fade even so. A dream was a journey that might intersect with the paths of spirits or dreamers or other demons, not a wholly internal experience that had to be broken into from outside. (With a few horrifying exceptions he'd heard of, now and again.)] And not this--wider experience that we Mirrorbound are given to?
[A pause, and something occurs to him--] If it's something you're keen on practicing with a willing subject, I'd not mind a visitor to mine, now and again.
[Dreaming entirely within the confines of his skull was lonely and isolating and alien. Even so, the idea he could ask a Witch to visit to relieve that...hadn't occurred until now. And there really isn't a Witch he'd trust with the possibility of what his nightmares contain--other than L.]