"Well then, we're going down together, at this rate." He takes the twirl a little clumsily - but he's finding it pretty easy to fall into step with Herbert. Like they match up, somehow. It feels...good, it feels right. He wonders a little whether he's going to wake up any time soon. He hopes not.

"Thank you," he breathes, laughing softly. "Yours are - they remind me of crystal, almost. Like polished quartz, with bits of amethyst throughout. And...your hair - it reminds me of spun silk. It looks so soft, so bright, and I- oh, I hope that wasn't strange of me to say. Spoken like a true weaver."

You can take the boy out of the farm....