[ Reynir hadn't expected the change to even Carlisle's voice. But then, it is a dream. People don't always appear the same way in the dreamspace that they do in the real world. Anne had appeared as she was before she died; a kindly older lady, instead of a huge and mutated troll. And sometimes, in the dream, Onni takes on the form of his luonto and appears to be a talking owl. So it wouldn't be all that unusual, for Carlisle to appear as perhaps a slightly younger version of himself.
He resists the urge to peek, wanting to be respectful. It's clear that Carlisle is disoriented or confused. He doesn't seem distressed that Reynir had seen his face. But he might just need a moment to remember himself. When Reynir had realized he was in a dream the first time, he'd been pretty damn confused himself.
But he drops his hands, opening his eyes and looking at the ground near to Carlisle's knees. A furrow has formed between his brows and he says, coaxing and gentle: ]
Do you know where you are?
[ And Reynir is curious is this is someplace Carlisle had worked once, or visited, or maybe even his home. But no way is he going to get answers to questions like that until Carlisle realizes what's happening right now. ]
This is someplace familiar to you, where you feel safe. But you're not really in that place. You're dreaming right now, Carlisle. It's like I told you. You are a mage, and we're both asleep. The dog led me to you.
[ And Reynir gestures to where his fylgja is sniffing its way through the garden, fluffy and brightly-colored but somehow, undeniably, not quite a normal sheepdog. ]
a baby!
He resists the urge to peek, wanting to be respectful. It's clear that Carlisle is disoriented or confused. He doesn't seem distressed that Reynir had seen his face. But he might just need a moment to remember himself. When Reynir had realized he was in a dream the first time, he'd been pretty damn confused himself.
But he drops his hands, opening his eyes and looking at the ground near to Carlisle's knees. A furrow has formed between his brows and he says, coaxing and gentle: ]
Do you know where you are?
[ And Reynir is curious is this is someplace Carlisle had worked once, or visited, or maybe even his home. But no way is he going to get answers to questions like that until Carlisle realizes what's happening right now. ]
This is someplace familiar to you, where you feel safe. But you're not really in that place. You're dreaming right now, Carlisle. It's like I told you. You are a mage, and we're both asleep. The dog led me to you.
[ And Reynir gestures to where his fylgja is sniffing its way through the garden, fluffy and brightly-colored but somehow, undeniably, not quite a normal sheepdog. ]