"Dwarves don't dream where I'm from, we sleep like rocks."
Rutile's expression there is all you need, really - somewhat puzzled, very amused, because rocks very much do sleep, with varying levels of frequency, and some more restfully than others. They take Kit's elaboration on the subject with a smile before they pick up on the more curious of his statements. "If human and elf souls go to the Fade when they dream and when they die," they ponder, "what is the difference between dreaming and dying?"
Another question at the back of their mind is, are we in the Fade right now? ... but this they keep to themselves. Kit is the only authority on his world there is, and he says dwarfs are excluded. It's a small point to quibble.
Kit's instinct to maintain secrecy regarding the stone is shared. Less because of a mistrust of the local authorities - though that is certainly part of it - and more because they don't need twenty other Dreamfolk's opinions on it. When Kit shows them the remnants of the rash, they lean closer to examine it; sure enough, there are no mementos of their time on the Narrakra.
Rutile nods in answer to Kit's inquiry about the stone, and surreptitiously reaches into their pocket, gently pulling it out and setting it on a side table. In the full light of day it seems no less ominous; if anything, it is more obvious that the thing is not of this earth - of any earth. With the way it absorbs light, it seems more like an absence of space than an object taking it up.
"I'm loathe to ask you," they say, "but since it seems to have done you no harm, would you hold it again?"
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Rutile's expression there is all you need, really - somewhat puzzled, very amused, because rocks very much do sleep, with varying levels of frequency, and some more restfully than others. They take Kit's elaboration on the subject with a smile before they pick up on the more curious of his statements. "If human and elf souls go to the Fade when they dream and when they die," they ponder, "what is the difference between dreaming and dying?"
Another question at the back of their mind is, are we in the Fade right now? ... but this they keep to themselves. Kit is the only authority on his world there is, and he says dwarfs are excluded. It's a small point to quibble.
Kit's instinct to maintain secrecy regarding the stone is shared. Less because of a mistrust of the local authorities - though that is certainly part of it - and more because they don't need twenty other Dreamfolk's opinions on it. When Kit shows them the remnants of the rash, they lean closer to examine it; sure enough, there are no mementos of their time on the Narrakra.
Rutile nods in answer to Kit's inquiry about the stone, and surreptitiously reaches into their pocket, gently pulling it out and setting it on a side table. In the full light of day it seems no less ominous; if anything, it is more obvious that the thing is not of this earth - of any earth. With the way it absorbs light, it seems more like an absence of space than an object taking it up.
"I'm loathe to ask you," they say, "but since it seems to have done you no harm, would you hold it again?"