[ Reynir doesn't understand at all. As far as he has been able to tell (since goodness knows, no one was willing to really teach him much about it), the areas in dreams where mages show up are meant to be comforting places where they will feel at home, peaceful and safe. How could Carlisle not want to be in a place that is entirely designed for him? It just doesn't make sense.
But there's no equivocating or uncertainty in what Carlisle is saying. He doesn't want to be here, and there are other places he can be. So Reynir gives a big shrug and accepts it. ]
Okay, if you say so.
[ Maybe when they're away from here the other man will cheer up a bit. The dog, as if understanding they are about to leave, trots over to Reynir's heels, fluffy tail held aloft. A little smile makes its way onto Reynir's freckled face, and he brightly admits: ]
I wanted to show you the rest, anyway.
[ And with that he's leading the way, out the gate and into those trees. They seem to take up less space on the way back than they did coming in - but then, that can happen sometimes. It's only a moment or two amidst those trees before they're coming out to the edge of Carlisle's zone; beyond it is a vast stretch of perfectly flat water, under a huge, crystal-clear night sky. The stars are bright and just a little eerie, and the place is quiet, without a hint of wind. What's more, it doesn't really smell of water - not the warm vegetation of a lake or the tang of salt from an ocean; there are no sounds, no smells, no nothing. It's an in-between place that isn't really a place at all.
Not really thinking about it, Reynir keeps on ahead, taking a few steps out onto the water, seeming completely unfazed by the fact that he's walking across the top of it, sending out little ripples that quickly calm back to that perfect mirrored surface once more. He glances over his shoulder at Carlisle and says: ]
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But there's no equivocating or uncertainty in what Carlisle is saying. He doesn't want to be here, and there are other places he can be. So Reynir gives a big shrug and accepts it. ]
Okay, if you say so.
[ Maybe when they're away from here the other man will cheer up a bit. The dog, as if understanding they are about to leave, trots over to Reynir's heels, fluffy tail held aloft. A little smile makes its way onto Reynir's freckled face, and he brightly admits: ]
I wanted to show you the rest, anyway.
[ And with that he's leading the way, out the gate and into those trees. They seem to take up less space on the way back than they did coming in - but then, that can happen sometimes. It's only a moment or two amidst those trees before they're coming out to the edge of Carlisle's zone; beyond it is a vast stretch of perfectly flat water, under a huge, crystal-clear night sky. The stars are bright and just a little eerie, and the place is quiet, without a hint of wind. What's more, it doesn't really smell of water - not the warm vegetation of a lake or the tang of salt from an ocean; there are no sounds, no smells, no nothing. It's an in-between place that isn't really a place at all.
Not really thinking about it, Reynir keeps on ahead, taking a few steps out onto the water, seeming completely unfazed by the fact that he's walking across the top of it, sending out little ripples that quickly calm back to that perfect mirrored surface once more. He glances over his shoulder at Carlisle and says: ]
This is the way through.