[ A smooth transition, but the difference between the cool lighting and sleek indoors, and the orange-lit outdoors, is stark enough to feel abrupt. Gaelio blinks as his eyes adjust to the light, and again as, in his sweep of their new surroundings, his eyes are drawn to the motion of Shirogane's hand.
Almost quick enough to keep Gaelio from noticing the purple, the uncanny color for what feels like a wound. Almost. A furrow renews in his brow. Past the wound, past the hand, to the building beyond. To the lion, bigger still than the Blue Lion. Gaelio looks up at it, knowing with dream certainty that this is his Lion, Shirogane's.
That one of the few things about which he can be certain. This does not feel like the intended, peaceful walk. It's hard to remember, but he doubts that Shirogane had been wounded inside.
Another thing about which he's sure: ]
Many. [ Questions. ] But you shouldn't answer them.
[ This dream still trusts him, but he hasn't the right to it. Unearned. ]
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Almost quick enough to keep Gaelio from noticing the purple, the uncanny color for what feels like a wound. Almost. A furrow renews in his brow. Past the wound, past the hand, to the building beyond. To the lion, bigger still than the Blue Lion. Gaelio looks up at it, knowing with dream certainty that this is his Lion, Shirogane's.
That one of the few things about which he can be certain. This does not feel like the intended, peaceful walk. It's hard to remember, but he doubts that Shirogane had been wounded inside.
Another thing about which he's sure: ]
Many. [ Questions. ] But you shouldn't answer them.
[ This dream still trusts him, but he hasn't the right to it. Unearned. ]
I don't belong here. I shouldn't know like this.
[ ... ]
More importantly...
[ Nodding low, to his side. ]
How can we get that seen to?