When he

asks you where it is you want to go, do not shrug and say "the riverbanks of dreaming"; for there are rivers that bend and wind across the stars and moons. Insist instead that Liana, the newest of the faerie nymph, wing across the Northern winds on her whispy dragon voice. And request that her sister Aria plant rose secrets across the milky intersection, between the contellations and streams.

And his smirk will suffice for the reasons his sand does not need.
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