[If this hadn't been some eerily vivid dream, some strange landscape his mind had somehow cooked up from within the depths of sleep, he may have been paying more attention. May have quizzed the locals on their ways, struck up a conversation or six and really taken the time to know the people he finds himself thrust amongst. As things stand, he's paid relatively little attention, floating about and doing what he will without any particular concerns.

Of course he's noticed the majority of the people here seem to travel in Witch/Monster pairs, but somehow the extent to which such a pairing is rooted has managed to pass him by. It's there again, the little bird-like tilt of his head, a quick blink in the wake of this information, the question--]

I...um, another dimension, you say?

[He seems, temporarily, thrown.]

Well I suppose so, yes. In a sense. One rarely finds oneself in a setting that makes logical sense in a dream. There can be a feeling of dimensional displacement, I suppose. I've never really given it much thought.

[A little ripple of feeling then, the ghost of fingers along his spine, ruffling dark feathers.]

Although...it is all rather lucid, isn't it. For a dream.

[He holds both hands up then, casts his mismatched gaze over them; the inky tips of gleaming claws, skin dyed black as night. The look he wears is one of distant curiosity, and perhaps in that moment it's discernible that this isn't the form he knows.]