Inej likes to visit the horizon because it reminds her of home. Actual home, with her family, not Ketterdam. It's nice to wander through the familiar, and this corner of the dreamscape land is also familiar, though it is not her own.

She walks through the front rooms and the expansive halls of the Van Eck estate and smiles at the little details that Jesper has conjured up, all just so. He's so much more observant than people would ever guess. She follows the path through rooms to the door to the garden out back and hangs in the doorway for a moment, just watching him work on shifting a piece of wood into... she's not sure, she can't tell from here.

Grisha abilities are fascinating, in a way the rest of the world fears or desires to weaponize, but Inej just finds it beautiful. Zowa, that was the Zemeni word for it, and Inej felt it was probably the most accurate. Blessed. Touched by powers beyond the greater world's understanding. Touched by Saints and Gods so many no longer believe in.

She makes careful note this time, unlike so many others before it, to make some noise as she approaches. Only once she knows she won't completely startle another year of life out of him does she finally speak, "What are you making?" she asks, perching on the edge of a stone bench nearby.