That might have been a more effective insult, had it not been preceded by such clear irritation. It's not that easy to get to Merlin when he already knows he's hitting his mark.
"Hmm, I suppose it would make sense that someone who claims to be unable to dream can't recognize good craftmanship when he sees it..."
That, and he's used to exchanging barbs with a far wiser opponent.
But, be that as it may, this seems like it won't go anywhere fast, so perhaps it's time to change things up. So, he briefly considers and--with that suddenness that seems perfectly natural in a dream--they're no longer in a field of flowers. Instead, they're among the dunes lining the edge of a sandy beach lapped by bluegreen waves. The sea beyond stretching out to meet the paler blue of the sky at the horizon. The round dunes are covered in long grasses that wave in the breeze, as well as, of course, a variety of flowers scattered all about.
Merlin's tree and pool are still there, now nestled amongst the dunes, but otherwise looking for all the world like nothing's changed at all. Aren't dreams odd?
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"Hmm, I suppose it would make sense that someone who claims to be unable to dream can't recognize good craftmanship when he sees it..."
That, and he's used to exchanging barbs with a far wiser opponent.
But, be that as it may, this seems like it won't go anywhere fast, so perhaps it's time to change things up. So, he briefly considers and--with that suddenness that seems perfectly natural in a dream--they're no longer in a field of flowers. Instead, they're among the dunes lining the edge of a sandy beach lapped by bluegreen waves. The sea beyond stretching out to meet the paler blue of the sky at the horizon. The round dunes are covered in long grasses that wave in the breeze, as well as, of course, a variety of flowers scattered all about.
Merlin's tree and pool are still there, now nestled amongst the dunes, but otherwise looking for all the world like nothing's changed at all. Aren't dreams odd?