[In that frozen, hesitant standoff, L isn't sure whether Myr is talking to him, or the worm. Perhaps it's meant to be ambiguous, given that in spite of their surface differences, they share something poignant in common. Of the two of them, the worm might have the greater capacity for absolute trust, and stands down first, and thank goodness; L might not have been able to.
The bulk of the thing rests nearby; L endeavors to channel Myr's easiness with its presence so close. L was always more naural in the role of an observer, rather than a companion.]
For all the interpretations and higher meanings projected onto dreams... so much of it is simply a mind processing the day's events, as well as the memories and concerns of the dreamer. The magic of the Fae is different... more of a networked cojoining of minds aimed at a shared dimension... but for the typical dreamer and the typical dream, the world is smaller, more specific, and often incoherent or disorganized. The challenge of the dreamwalker isn't dissimilar to a book-binder tasked with assembling many scattered pages into something that makes sense, and fortunately... that's exactly the kind of work I happen to enjoy.
[Finding the patterns, the common strain, and drawing out a clear and bright answer from what confuses and frustrates others. The genius and the madman both know the feeling so well.
Though his shoulders are curled and his body is angled slightly away from Myr's gaze, self-conscious as he is of someone usually blind able to see him, he glances his Bonded's way at the invitation.]
We would need to take precautions-- waking while dreamwalking could be a disaster-- but... if you think it's something you wouldn't mind trying...
[He's tempted. The intimacy of dreamwalking, with permission, is at least on par with sex. Possibly greater, especially for a pair of individuals who so mutually admire one another's minds.]
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The bulk of the thing rests nearby; L endeavors to channel Myr's easiness with its presence so close. L was always more naural in the role of an observer, rather than a companion.]
For all the interpretations and higher meanings projected onto dreams... so much of it is simply a mind processing the day's events, as well as the memories and concerns of the dreamer. The magic of the Fae is different... more of a networked cojoining of minds aimed at a shared dimension... but for the typical dreamer and the typical dream, the world is smaller, more specific, and often incoherent or disorganized. The challenge of the dreamwalker isn't dissimilar to a book-binder tasked with assembling many scattered pages into something that makes sense, and fortunately... that's exactly the kind of work I happen to enjoy.
[Finding the patterns, the common strain, and drawing out a clear and bright answer from what confuses and frustrates others. The genius and the madman both know the feeling so well.
Though his shoulders are curled and his body is angled slightly away from Myr's gaze, self-conscious as he is of someone usually blind able to see him, he glances his Bonded's way at the invitation.]
We would need to take precautions-- waking while dreamwalking could be a disaster-- but... if you think it's something you wouldn't mind trying...
[He's tempted. The intimacy of dreamwalking, with permission, is at least on par with sex. Possibly greater, especially for a pair of individuals who so mutually admire one another's minds.]