Morpheus smiled. “No stones. He saw it, you could see. More. Everything.”
With an effort, all his attention was focused on Triteia. He really was pleased to have been invited, and all the music and sights were as distracting as the things he normally saw around him. Even as he listened to her question, inky blue swirls of colour flowed into being behind her and rolled and streamed as he found an answer for her.
“As you like. I will. Give my verse, all this is you.” Another smile, and Morpheus waited for her to lead the way.