He still wasn't quite grasping the entire concept of this whole 'dream-walking' thing. Was it essentially entering the dreams of others while in a trance? From what Gale described, it didn't seem much more than being a voyeur in another sense. Gale gave a nod, to confirm his conjecture. "Yes, it is like that. In the realm of dreams, a dream-walker can indeed leave the boundaries of their own mind to enter the collective stream of consciousness–the river of dreams that connects the world of all sentient beings. It is like walking, but in spirit." Now less puzzled he exhaled sharply as it was all hard to take in. "Is that so… Well then, I'll just leave it at that. It's an out-of-body experience in another plane of existence." The girl nodded again, not quite realizing he was making a statement of confirmation than asking for further input. "Yes, that is so." She was very polite, but in some ways she was a bit…odd. Not in a foolish way, but perhaps lacking in social graces and context. For the most part she didn't miss social cues, unless they weren't obvious. Gerard brushed it off as being attributed to Gale's overall inexperience with the world.
The foghorn of a ship blared, and he quickly looked to the harbor only to see that a ship was leaving, instead of docking. Another false alarm, how regrettable. At least talking with Gale made the wait much more tolerable. Otherwise, he'd be in fits by now. Just a little longer, he said to himself. Soon the ship would come sailing in. It was on its way, and certainly was not anchored at the duchy or stuck at some kind of standstill whatsoever. Yes, that was right. It was just late. Better late than never, as they said. Even though personally he'd rather not have it late at all. For the girl's sake, he would be patient. Patience was a virtue after all–and he wasn't one without virtue. It was becoming easier to speak with Gale as time passed, and he began to move onto more personal topics. "So what things do you like, Gale? Do you have a favorite color, a favorite book, or perhaps something else that you are fond of?" Well look at him, being all social. It was almost as if he were talking with a friend, not someone he had met for less than an hour's worth of time. That said he didn't exactly have many people he considered friends, so what did that have to say about the depth of his social circles?