As far as Auberon was aware, this world lacked the magic aspects that his previous one contained. There were no signs of the fae, no signs of his Queen, no signs of his own abilities manifesting, but… these trees. It felt magical, didn’t it? It was at least not “normal” for what he’d learned of Mythris thus far. The grim allowed himself to be lost in thought, humming faintly as his gaze rested on the blossoms that fluttered down akin to flurrying snow. The voice of another stirred his attention back to reality, freeing him from the tangled knot of questions that filled his head.

Stopping in his tracks, azure-purple eyes found their way to the blush colored wolf. Her tone implied she had experienced such a phenomena before—did that mean they were common here? In this world, I have not seen anything quite like it. I dare say this is my first time, with a soft grin curved to his lips, Auberon side stepped to allow space to empty beside him, a silent invitation as he continued his stroll.