[ Reynir doesn't stumble on the place by accident, or find it on his own. As soon as he falls asleep that night - without realizing it is the first night in a long time that Carlisle is also sleeping deeply - his fylgja appears. The creature is as cryptic as always, but Reynir has learned that it is best to just follow where it leads. This time, it doesn't lead him to an ancient temple, or to Onni or Lalli, but to a place he has never been before.

There is a forest, initially, and then a tall wall made of well-laid bricks, sturdy and regular, well-maintained. Reynir follows after the fluffy sheepdog until it brings him up to a door leading into the garden. It then trots off to do whatever it does when it's not delivering cryptic messages or leading him on baffling expeditions. Reynir walks in the garden a few minutes, admiring the neat little gravel paths, the variety of flowers - in such rich colors, types he has never seen before. He is clearly enraptured by the plants and doesn't notice until he is a few feet away that there is another person, here. A man, kneeling in the dirt and tending to the plants. ]

Oh! Hello. I didn't realize anyone was here. I don't mean to intrude, I was just-

[ Then his words stop. At first, he hadn't recognized him. He looks... different in the dream. Healthier, maybe even younger. And after all, Reynir isn't used to seeing very much of his face, at all. But the eyes are the same, and the brows and forehead and after those first few sentences he knew. ]

Carlisle? Is that you...

[ Reynir remembers in a rush their conversation about dreaming. So Carlisle does have an area, after all, and this is it... but this is no time for 'I told you so'. Gasping in sudden realization, Reynir claps his hands over his eyes, squeezing them shut at the same time, blurting out: ]

Oh no, I- you- you haven't got your mask on, you probably didn't expect anyone to come here, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look!