[ Reynir has seen something like this happen in a dream vision, before. And it had also happened when the entity who he was talking with experienced a moment of emotional turmoil. Clearly, his fylgja calling Carlisle that - Blight Heir? What does that mean? - had upset him deeply. And then for just a moment, the space around him had changed. Flickered into another version of itself.
He can't help thinking of Anne, of the slivers of memories he had seen of her church filled with the groans of the dying, all those people desperate and ill in the first days of the Illness's spread. That had happened when they'd asked too many questions and upset her. And she, he just remembers, had had some difficulty remembering certain details as well. Perhaps Carlisle's amnesia can be explained the same way - as can the change in the foliage around him.
Reynir hasn't forgotten what Carlisle told him - that he has no home left to return to. That necromancy had taken it and left the place nothing more than a shell, filled with abominations, ruined and terrible. So he assumes this is just glimpses of that - not being produced by Carlisle, except insofar as he is remembering it this way.
The dog seems completely unintimidated, staring down Carlisle, but Reynir is apologetic, saying: ]
Sorry. The dog can be very rude.
[ And without further ado he scoops up the sheepdog, which doesn't resist, and walks it a few feet away before setting it down and patting its butt, shooing it in the opposite direction with a murmured: ]
Don't bully him!
[ He turns back towards Carlisle, uncertain what he should do, if he should try to remind him of who he is and where he is, or leave, or stop interacting with him but hang out here in case there's some danger he is supposed to be here protecting Carlisle from... ]
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He can't help thinking of Anne, of the slivers of memories he had seen of her church filled with the groans of the dying, all those people desperate and ill in the first days of the Illness's spread. That had happened when they'd asked too many questions and upset her. And she, he just remembers, had had some difficulty remembering certain details as well. Perhaps Carlisle's amnesia can be explained the same way - as can the change in the foliage around him.
Reynir hasn't forgotten what Carlisle told him - that he has no home left to return to. That necromancy had taken it and left the place nothing more than a shell, filled with abominations, ruined and terrible. So he assumes this is just glimpses of that - not being produced by Carlisle, except insofar as he is remembering it this way.
The dog seems completely unintimidated, staring down Carlisle, but Reynir is apologetic, saying: ]
Sorry. The dog can be very rude.
[ And without further ado he scoops up the sheepdog, which doesn't resist, and walks it a few feet away before setting it down and patting its butt, shooing it in the opposite direction with a murmured: ]
Don't bully him!
[ He turns back towards Carlisle, uncertain what he should do, if he should try to remind him of who he is and where he is, or leave, or stop interacting with him but hang out here in case there's some danger he is supposed to be here protecting Carlisle from... ]
Are you... okay?