[ Reynir is learning, bit by bit, that Carlisle is a rather pessimistic sort of person. Perhaps he always has been, or perhaps his life experiences had left him that way. Either way... looking on the bright side or hoping for the best are clearly not things that come to him naturally any more. It reminds him of Onni, a little. That sort of attitude doesn't make much sense to Reynir, but it doesn't necessarily bother him. It's just how Carlisle is. ]

Oh, no, nothing special like that - it's completely common. Just like the dreams, and hearing trolls, and seeing spirits. It doesn't matter where you're from. I guess... there is a little variation between people. I see more omens than Lalli, I think. But not by that much.

[ It's also just possible that Lalli simply doesn't mention them to Reynir, but he doesn't think so. As he becomes more comfortable with the fact that he's a mage, Reynir is starting to recognize his own strengths, and weaknesses. He is receptive to lots of visions, and can navigate the dreamspace easily and efficiently. Lalli and Onni can't cross that open water without him nearby, are more closed off to omens - but then, that means they are more protected from malevolent spirits, and in combat both of them far outstrip Reynir. ]

It's not always that easy to know what they mean. Sometimes it's really clear, like, hey there are ghosts here, stupid, better leave before they try to eat you. But sometimes it's really abstract. Just - images. Places I don't recognize. Feelings. It can be hard, figuring out how they connect.

[ A sheep meanders over towards them and bends its head, beginning to chew idly at the hem of Carlisle's coat. Reynir reaches over to untangle a little snarl of grass that's gotten stuck to its little horn. He wants to ask more about the Land Beyond the Living, but he doesn't want to approach it directly. So he asks: ]

Have you... always not liked big open spaces like that?