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[speaksonlytruth]

[OOC: Because I had to do a snoopy dance.
Coherence & planning to follow. Adoption'Comicsverse!]

The door opens to blinding whiteness.
And a woman steps out of it. Through the door.

Emerald eyes blinking; focusing on the funny little room.

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[wolflord_andain]

Well, that light show was certainly interesting.

What precisely it heralds remains to be determined.

Which is why Galadan's gaze makes its way toward the front of the room, winter-grey eyes cool and assessing.

Perhaps speech will follow, if it seems . . .

Worthwhile.

[speaksonlytruth]

"I like it," Jean said, glancing partially over her shoulder. It, more than anything else, felt right. Even here.

[wolflord_andain]

"Some do," Galadan acknowledges, inclining his head very slightly.

Such affection may reveal a great deal about a person. It may, of course, just as easily only reveal what lies on the surface.

Who is to say?

[speaksonlytruth]

Which, of course, asks for. "What do you think of it?"

[wolflord_andain]

"The view?"

His gaze, winter-grey and cool, never leaves Jean's face.

"I enjoyed it better when I was younger."

Then it was his heart's greatest wish made manifest.

Now?

Now it is merely not a surprise.

[speaksonlytruth]

"Why?"

[wolflord_andain]

"Why does youth enjoy anything?"

[speaksonlytruth]

"For itself."

Though the it in question could be multifaceted.

[wolflord_andain]

"So it has been a long time since you were young, then."

[speaksonlytruth]

If she ever was.

Before the Dawn of Time.

Before Annie Richard's died.

"That would all be part of perspective."

She could say she was a day old today. Again. Too.

[wolflord_andain]

"The better question may be 'what isn't?'"

There's a curl of the sardonic to his words, though his gaze remains cool.

[speaksonlytruth]

Jean's mouth curved a bit, and she nodded to one side.

The universal absolutes swam toward her and through her.

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan merely raises one eyebrow again.

In some places it may pass for a question.

Or an observation.

In no world or sphere of influence would it be mistaken for a nervous twitch.