[ Basch notices the change too, and recognizes some of this from how he woke up here. It reminds him some of Golmore, but is still so clearly pleasure garden; the air is not so thick, and the heat is not oppressive. That's fine. Preferable even.
It's also...beautiful. Peaceful. Lights aglow and little quiet places to tuck away. It moves him, for some reason. Perhaps just the sense of a natural space -- false or no -- that knows no war. So he follows silently, eyes taking it in, anchored by the hand in his as his mind tries to reject any of this as real.
Sylvain's laugh brings him back. It's beautiful, and if he could catch it up, he would. But his words guide Basch's attention back to the scenery. He would never have designed this for himself but -- in a flash of honesty he could see himself coming back to this place and enjoying all of it, if Sylvain were with him, and that's a dizzying thought.
He just nods, tightening his grip in Sylvain's hand for a flash. ]
Significantly more comfortable than we're used to, at this point.
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ty for the beautiful setting description
Date: 2024-01-19 12:54 am (UTC)It's also...beautiful. Peaceful. Lights aglow and little quiet places to tuck away. It moves him, for some reason. Perhaps just the sense of a natural space -- false or no -- that knows no war. So he follows silently, eyes taking it in, anchored by the hand in his as his mind tries to reject any of this as real.
Sylvain's laugh brings him back. It's beautiful, and if he could catch it up, he would. But his words guide Basch's attention back to the scenery. He would never have designed this for himself but -- in a flash of honesty he could see himself coming back to this place and enjoying all of it, if Sylvain were with him, and that's a dizzying thought.
He just nods, tightening his grip in Sylvain's hand for a flash. ]
Significantly more comfortable than we're used to, at this point.