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Who: Saïx and your character
Where: His house
What: Come over and have a chat :> Metaverse allowed!
Style: Intro post is in prose to set the scene, but post in whatever format you want and I'll match. o7

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Rylee's magic suitably stands out like a beacon. Her light (or is "her Light" more appropriate?) is... unique. Due to its nature, her Light isn't entirely like the light from his universe. It makes her easy to recognize, even from afar. Before she even knocks on the door, Saïx can sense her coming near. Still, he remained by the window, only moving to the door after she knocks.

"Good evening," he says, inclining his head. His tone is calm and even, and his face is stoic but relaxed; everything that, in his eyes, represents his well-being.

When was the last time he saw Rylee...? He's not quite sure he remembers. After the... incident that led to his attachment to dogs, Saïx thinks they have interacted a few times, but they were light-hearted encounters and brief. But he isn't unhappy to see her; despite the sporadic nature of their meetings, they were still... heavy. Heavy with meaning, heavy with forming bonds.

There is a reason why she has a place in the sky of Saïx's mind. There is a reason she is the north star.

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Saïx quirks an eyebrow.

"So I can see," he says, slower than his usual speed of speech.

Oh, he gets the joke. He's just not going to otherwise react to or comment on it (just yet, anyway).

<333 me toooo

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"Not at all." Saïx inclines his head and steps aside so she can step inside

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Almost, but not quite. Saïx knows how to watch people better than that. If her eyes really were just adjusting to the light, she wouldn't necessarily be looking around. Most people simply stand there and blink owlishly until they can see properly again. But, besides that... Saïx knows Rylee better than that. She is more perceptive than she makes herself otherwise seem. That is how she manages to surprise others with her insight, not just about the world around them, but on life and the people in it as well.

There is a reason she is the north star.

To Rylee, the house may seem controlled and the hints of others muffled, but to Saïx, it is the opposite. To him, the house is relaxed; it breathes easily, with the colors and the clear lines and the touches of his homeworld (foreign woods, foreign fabrics, foreign carving -- foreign to all those around him save Axel Lae, at the very least). The small signs of the important people in his life are neither hidden nor stifled; instead, in his eyes, they are out in the open, out for anyone to