[He puts no stock in their own estimation of their abilities. Though it is outside their experience, their curiosity is most agreeable and natural: elves are by their essence beings of magic, however apart from themselves they may be. And he believes any dreamer, elf, mage or no, with due effort and self-cultivation, could achieve much.]

Anything is possible. So much of the dreaming is unknown to the Coven: never-mind the otherworld. And spirits are, above all else, malleable. It would be unexpected if the spirits of this world were as the spirits of my own.

[He laces his fingers together, gently resting on the edge of the table.]

Consider the Fae. Though they are not spirits, they are beings delicately entwined with magic in a realm of dreams. Imagine if they were once spirits, who as ages went by formed bodies until they created a new people and society. That is not impossible.

Perhaps spirits of ages past have left their mark on Talas in the form of Monsters. Spirits thirst to experience life. That can mean the desire to change: to inhabit bodies, and feel the physical sensations of life and the joy of imagination. They might create new bodies, or, more often, possess a mortal and transform it as two merge to be one. [He doesn’t deliver this in the tone of it being a terrible fate. It is merely a fact of nature, which can be good or terrible, neither or both.

He looks inquisitively at Francel, to be sure his speculations aren’t causing undue distress.]