Ariadne smiled as her eyes open, as always struck by this kind of harsh beauty. She loved visiting the Gaeltacht in Ireland or the moors in Scotland just for this reason.
But Arthur couldn't have known that, right?
She reached out, taking his hand to walk towards the town. She'd gotten better at the minute changes that projections would miss; the ways to keep the dream dynamic without calling attention to the dreamer's awareness. "Is that town from memory?" She doubted it, but was unsurprisingly curious all the same.