[ Reynir can't deny the sinking disappointment he feels, at Carlisle's continued pessimism. He knows it is unfair; when they had discussed mage's dreams before, Carlisle had said he wouldn't like to experience them, and not to go looking for him. Reynir should've had more realistic expectations for how he would react to finding himself here. Still... he loves this place. Not this area of the dream specifically, since he'd never seen it before, but the dreamspace in general. He feels like he belongs, here. Like he is connected, to his own magic, to the world, to other people even across vast distances. So Carlisle's self-pitying and dismal view of it stings, just a little.

But Reynir, who really is more mature than people give him credit for, sets that feeling aside. Quiet and coaxing, he explains: ]

This place is made from your memories, because you feel safe here, and it's close to your heart. This garden might not exist any longer but... it's here for you in your dreams, whenever you want to be in it. You can come back, sit here. It's yours.

[ Doesn't he see what a gift that is? Doesn't he understand how lucky they both are, that they can experience this?

But perhaps he just needs to make it clearer, how all this works. He is forgetting, perhaps, how confusing it all was to him at first. So he goes on: ]

There's a place that reminds me of my home. The same hills, the same plants, even a flock of sheep like on my parents' farm. There are other things to see, too. Visions of things past and things to come. Spirits, strange forgotten runes... I've only just started to explore it all.