There were a couple things there that startled Zarayne. The largest was the implication that she could be a Dreamwalker like her mother. If not for the fact that she was conversing with another person in her own dream, then she would have instantly refuted it. Her assumption had been that she would have been dreamwalking already if she had the talent for it. It was not something passed from generation to generation, so nothing and no-one had implied that she would be able to continue the tradition.
Until now.
It was foolhardy to give into hope, and more foolish still to allow those thoughts to flourish in this environment. The night's sky seemed to pop into focus. The stars shone brightly against a background of pitch black. Even as she raised her head to look, the number of stars grew at an uncountable rate. She wondered what Olin's sea of stars looked anything akin to what she was projected into her dream's sky.
As she took in the beauty of the glorious light above, she thought about being trapped within a mind. She had never heard of such an occurrence, but then she didn't know a great deal about Tel'aran'rhiod despite of her upbringing. But then this isn't Tel'aran'rhiod. What difference did that make? Obviously she couldn't be harmed in her own dream, and this place wasn't an accurate reflection of the real world. So if this was nothing like reality, and it wasn't the World of Dreams, how did one get trapped within it? Would someone be trapped until she woke, or would they remain a prisoner?
Clouds quickly rolled over the sky, allowing Zarayne to pull her gaze away. She was surprisingly - albeit not startled - to see that Olin was still here. "You're still here," she said with the same amount of surprise. She stepped around the chair towards him. "Do you think I can dreamwalk? And what do you mean about being trapped? How does that work?" Curiosity rather than intent drove her questions.
Until now.
It was foolhardy to give into hope, and more foolish still to allow those thoughts to flourish in this environment. The night's sky seemed to pop into focus. The stars shone brightly against a background of pitch black. Even as she raised her head to look, the number of stars grew at an uncountable rate. She wondered what Olin's sea of stars looked anything akin to what she was projected into her dream's sky.
As she took in the beauty of the glorious light above, she thought about being trapped within a mind. She had never heard of such an occurrence, but then she didn't know a great deal about Tel'aran'rhiod despite of her upbringing. But then this isn't Tel'aran'rhiod. What difference did that make? Obviously she couldn't be harmed in her own dream, and this place wasn't an accurate reflection of the real world. So if this was nothing like reality, and it wasn't the World of Dreams, how did one get trapped within it? Would someone be trapped until she woke, or would they remain a prisoner?
Clouds quickly rolled over the sky, allowing Zarayne to pull her gaze away. She was surprisingly - albeit not startled - to see that Olin was still here. "You're still here," she said with the same amount of surprise. She stepped around the chair towards him. "Do you think I can dreamwalk? And what do you mean about being trapped? How does that work?" Curiosity rather than intent drove her questions.