[No matter how many times he does this, it's always a bit unnerving at first. Opening your eyes somewhere entirely new, entirely foreign, feeling the difference between the waking world (and maybe even the actual waking world) and here.
He's definitely in a dream. But again, it's not his.
The owner becomes clear as Sorey stumbles into the lit clearing, a campfire crackling beneath a suspended stone pot. Thick logs are arranged catty-corner to each other beside it, and upon one of them is seated a small figure. Link.
Sorey shifts uncomfortably as Link looks up at him. Does he know it's a dream? Does he recognize Sorey in this dream? It's a toss up whether or not he will, but regardless this feels...invasive. Like Sorey has walked into Link's home without knocking first.]
...sure, [he says quietly, and takes a seat on the other log. Maybe he can sit here quietly by the fire with Link and not pry into his thoughts or his past any more than is necessary.]
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He's definitely in a dream. But again, it's not his.
The owner becomes clear as Sorey stumbles into the lit clearing, a campfire crackling beneath a suspended stone pot. Thick logs are arranged catty-corner to each other beside it, and upon one of them is seated a small figure. Link.
Sorey shifts uncomfortably as Link looks up at him. Does he know it's a dream? Does he recognize Sorey in this dream? It's a toss up whether or not he will, but regardless this feels...invasive. Like Sorey has walked into Link's home without knocking first.]
...sure, [he says quietly, and takes a seat on the other log. Maybe he can sit here quietly by the fire with Link and not pry into his thoughts or his past any more than is necessary.]