[The world changes, the walls and floor melting away until only soft fluffy clouds remain. People fade and wood replaces it, the roots of some vast tree that towers over their heads. Thunder rumbles in the far distance as lightning travels over the clouds high over their heads.
Only the two of them remain. He feels the faint stirring of the Arehtei he knows as his friend, and a vast foreleg made of dark and white clouds plunges down to hit something below the clouds with a musical chime.]
Had it been any other Liason, I'd have thought some other reason. But, there's only so many ways you'd find me in my dreams if you're not here in Verens and not aligned to Peromei.
[He doesn't flinch or move aside when the vast presence plunges another leg down through the clouds on his other side. Silver runs along the edges of the white clouds, like the start of hooves. The power in the air isn't violent or dangerous. It seems peaceful like any life giving storm might.]
If it's not that then it might just ironic. We might never know but it's nice to talk to someone willing to listen without any judgment, isn't it?
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Only the two of them remain. He feels the faint stirring of the Arehtei he knows as his friend, and a vast foreleg made of dark and white clouds plunges down to hit something below the clouds with a musical chime.]
Had it been any other Liason, I'd have thought some other reason. But, there's only so many ways you'd find me in my dreams if you're not here in Verens and not aligned to Peromei.
[He doesn't flinch or move aside when the vast presence plunges another leg down through the clouds on his other side. Silver runs along the edges of the white clouds, like the start of hooves. The power in the air isn't violent or dangerous. It seems peaceful like any life giving storm might.]
If it's not that then it might just ironic. We might never know but it's nice to talk to someone willing to listen without any judgment, isn't it?