Northstar Vale i lie inside myself for hours

remaining oblivious to the child's internal struggle, delight tilts his head curiously. "he is you," he says, taking a few small steps forward so that he is by the line of the water too. 

"yeah," the morwinyon answers, glancing at the water where his own reflection looks out. "see? it's like.. a shadow, conceptually, i guess." he's not exactly brushed up on the science or magic or whatever makes reflections happen, but certainly there is a poetic value that delight can appreciate. his reflection turns toward the boy as he does, raising an eyebrow as he wonders how he'll process this information.