[He hums his agreement. It is exciting, frankly, and Fenris likes the thought just as much. There's something less mind-breakingly strange about it, if nothing else— but there's also something deeply pleasing about the fact they two have met despite it all. Masters keeping them on a leash all their lives and born worlds apart, and still, somehow, here they both are.]
Mm?
[A less pleasant topic, but there's almost nothing he won't answer right now.]
When one sleeps, unless one is a dwarf, one dreams. And in your dreams— at least, here— you enter the Fade. I suspect you'll do it yourself tonight. No real harm comes of it, for we rarely remember our dreams— not unless you are a mage.
The Fade is magic, and like draws to like. Mages traverse the Fade in their dreams, and demons, sensing an opening, influence them. They do it cleverly, preying on fears or hopes, and worm their way in until they have influenced a mage so thoroughly that they'll agree to possession in exchange for . . . anything.
no subject
Mm?
[A less pleasant topic, but there's almost nothing he won't answer right now.]
When one sleeps, unless one is a dwarf, one dreams. And in your dreams— at least, here— you enter the Fade. I suspect you'll do it yourself tonight. No real harm comes of it, for we rarely remember our dreams— not unless you are a mage.
The Fade is magic, and like draws to like. Mages traverse the Fade in their dreams, and demons, sensing an opening, influence them. They do it cleverly, preying on fears or hopes, and worm their way in until they have influenced a mage so thoroughly that they'll agree to possession in exchange for . . . anything.