[Upon hearing Reynir's voice, Carlisle sits up from where he'd been lying in the grass, disturbing the sheep grazing next to him. Despite having made a friend in his absence, Carlisle seems anxious as he looks Reynir up and down, as though gauging whether or not his senses are to be believed -- yes, that is Reynir coming up to greet him, not a figment of his imagination or the product of an encroaching bout of panic.]
I never left. [That sounds as though it's a realization to him.] Was I supposed to?
[He's not sure how traveling between dreams works, and it strikes him now that, perhaps, he's simply stuck here in this recreation of a world in another magician's mind. He hadn't thought too much about it at first: Reynir had vanished, and he'd assumed that, perhaps, he'd simply woken up. It seemed odd he'd remain in the space while Reynir was awake, but Carlisle tried not to worry too much. He'd awaken on his own soon enough.
So he'd remained where they'd been chatting, thinking until his thoughts turned to mild fretting. What if Reynir didn't come back? What if this was an elaborate hallucination brought on by the enchanted tea and his desperation to go somewhere much like Bear Den, except alive and well and not at all in absolute, necrotic ruin?
And deciding he'd avoid thinking like that for as long as possible, he'd ended up heading down to see the sheep. He'd never tended to any himself, but had seen the flocks near Bear Den, interacted with the animals once or twice. It was familiar, but not painfully so. He'd pet one, brushed another, their coats soft and inviting despite the fact this place and everything in it wasn't real. For a short while, it felt like it was, and that was enough to keep Carlisle from dwelling too long on his predicament.
But now that Reynir is back and the clear implication is he's there when he shouldn't logically be, Carlisle can't help but worry once more.]
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I never left. [That sounds as though it's a realization to him.] Was I supposed to?
[He's not sure how traveling between dreams works, and it strikes him now that, perhaps, he's simply stuck here in this recreation of a world in another magician's mind. He hadn't thought too much about it at first: Reynir had vanished, and he'd assumed that, perhaps, he'd simply woken up. It seemed odd he'd remain in the space while Reynir was awake, but Carlisle tried not to worry too much. He'd awaken on his own soon enough.
So he'd remained where they'd been chatting, thinking until his thoughts turned to mild fretting. What if Reynir didn't come back? What if this was an elaborate hallucination brought on by the enchanted tea and his desperation to go somewhere much like Bear Den, except alive and well and not at all in absolute, necrotic ruin?
And deciding he'd avoid thinking like that for as long as possible, he'd ended up heading down to see the sheep. He'd never tended to any himself, but had seen the flocks near Bear Den, interacted with the animals once or twice. It was familiar, but not painfully so. He'd pet one, brushed another, their coats soft and inviting despite the fact this place and everything in it wasn't real. For a short while, it felt like it was, and that was enough to keep Carlisle from dwelling too long on his predicament.
But now that Reynir is back and the clear implication is he's there when he shouldn't logically be, Carlisle can't help but worry once more.]
How long have I been asleep?