4/13/2025, 11:27 PM
Skill:
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Snow and earth mingled as the petals transformed into strange, deliberate blizzards. And Makara would follow ... follow her ... blinking against the spectacle as he trailed in the wake of the silver spectre. He was curious of her, curious to know why she'd drawn him (him, of all creatures) here. Here ... to this beautiful, ethereal landscape.
With her.
Those pink eyes watched, trailing her as she danced and flickered like a vision through the snowfall. He still did not know in what plane of reality he existed, or if this vision was just a dream ... or instead some strange twist on a reality he pined for.
After a few moments, the swirling silver spectre slowed ... looking at him, somehow seeing him, and re-directing his question. "Hello?" Had he intruded? It felt, suddenly, so private. For a moment, he debated retreating away from whence he came, regretting disturbing her serenity. And yet, he could not.
I'm sorry, I just ...his words slipped free from his lips, his tall frame pushing forward through the snow, but steadying as he neared her.
What is this place?'And ... who are you?'
