You're my lighthouse in the darkness when the storm is comin' in
Each of them has spent so long alone in some version or another, it makes sense that they're colliding in awkward ways, coming together and then spinning apart from the force of the pull at times. He smooths down the concern, trying not to think of possibilities, just the now that's before him.
Contented with their plan, glad to be of some use, even if only as a go between (he also doesn't know Amhran well). "Solid plan," he confirms with a smile, and settles in for story time. She repeats some of the original rush of information dump she'd provided, but he's glad to be given every piece again so he can steadily arrange them now, and he nods along with her as she parcels them out. His face does lift initially at the idea all of them had followed glowing lights, sounding akin to a Will'O'Wisp, but at her returned arch of a brow he relented his face to an understanding grin. Curiosity is overwhelming in the moment, and easy to pretend he'd be otherwise without the temptation before him and only the outcome.
That the Peepholes held something strange is not in and of itself alarming, that is quite the root of its routine, but this does sound different. He is about to open his mouth and remark that she does that, fall asleep, but again she beats him to the chase and he promptly closes his mouth. If she says it wasn't her magic, he believes her, and she mentioned others falling under too.
As she explains her dream, he begins to tug on his beard, the motion thoughtful and calming as he considers it all. "If the deer had desert sand, maybe it belonged in Hak Etme? Or on a beach... I wonder how it got to the Peepholes." He frowns. "The ones who didn't fall asleep, what happened? Did the light... do something? Lead them somewhere?" Then, the bags, which are the greatest oddity. "The bag of sand is...real? But everything else was a dream?" He frowns. "So maybe not a creature at all, but some kind of magic, or summon. A temporary beast, maybe conjured by the sand?" It's becoming more convoluted the more he tries to stretch it out into reason. He shakes his head, trying to clear it. "Is the sand inside the same as the desert sand you saw?"
Contented with their plan, glad to be of some use, even if only as a go between (he also doesn't know Amhran well). "Solid plan," he confirms with a smile, and settles in for story time. She repeats some of the original rush of information dump she'd provided, but he's glad to be given every piece again so he can steadily arrange them now, and he nods along with her as she parcels them out. His face does lift initially at the idea all of them had followed glowing lights, sounding akin to a Will'O'Wisp, but at her returned arch of a brow he relented his face to an understanding grin. Curiosity is overwhelming in the moment, and easy to pretend he'd be otherwise without the temptation before him and only the outcome.
That the Peepholes held something strange is not in and of itself alarming, that is quite the root of its routine, but this does sound different. He is about to open his mouth and remark that she does that, fall asleep, but again she beats him to the chase and he promptly closes his mouth. If she says it wasn't her magic, he believes her, and she mentioned others falling under too.
As she explains her dream, he begins to tug on his beard, the motion thoughtful and calming as he considers it all. "If the deer had desert sand, maybe it belonged in Hak Etme? Or on a beach... I wonder how it got to the Peepholes." He frowns. "The ones who didn't fall asleep, what happened? Did the light... do something? Lead them somewhere?" Then, the bags, which are the greatest oddity. "The bag of sand is...real? But everything else was a dream?" He frowns. "So maybe not a creature at all, but some kind of magic, or summon. A temporary beast, maybe conjured by the sand?" It's becoming more convoluted the more he tries to stretch it out into reason. He shakes his head, trying to clear it. "Is the sand inside the same as the desert sand you saw?"
Iskra
Lookin' in your eyes, there's my whole damn life
