[She confirms it gently as he takes her hand and she squeezes his fingers in response to his tight grip. What must be going through his head right now is not something she will be so bold as to assume she fully understands.
Though, once again, she doesn't keep him waiting.]
Oh, you can open them now.
[It has barely been a second of time but when Ayato opens his eyes he will find the space around him has entirely changed. The room he had been standing in is gone and instead they are surrounded by a large open space bathed in a warm, golden light. Wisps of clouds swirl in elegant spirals overhead and several islands floating in the air can be seen from where they are, linked together by shining golden bridges marked with sigils. The grass is thick and soft underfoot and the trees sway in a gentle breeze, occasionally shedding yellow leaves that flit through the air as they fall.
Guizhong watches Ayato carefully, keeping hold of his hand.]
Welcome to the Realm of Clouds. Or... a memory of it. There wasn't quite enough space to recreate the whole thing.
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Date: 2023-06-07 05:27 pm (UTC)[She confirms it gently as he takes her hand and she squeezes his fingers in response to his tight grip. What must be going through his head right now is not something she will be so bold as to assume she fully understands.
Though, once again, she doesn't keep him waiting.]
Oh, you can open them now.
[It has barely been a second of time but when Ayato opens his eyes he will find the space around him has entirely changed. The room he had been standing in is gone and instead they are surrounded by a large open space bathed in a warm, golden light. Wisps of clouds swirl in elegant spirals overhead and several islands floating in the air can be seen from where they are, linked together by shining golden bridges marked with sigils. The grass is thick and soft underfoot and the trees sway in a gentle breeze, occasionally shedding yellow leaves that flit through the air as they fall.
Guizhong watches Ayato carefully, keeping hold of his hand.]
Welcome to the Realm of Clouds. Or... a memory of it. There wasn't quite enough space to recreate the whole thing.