pair of swinging cats.

[zealouspeter]

Who: Shiroe and Jomy.
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Where: An odd little wooded park place with a quiet enough trail.
Summary: Jomy's gawking at the trees, Shiroe's pestering for ability lessons and they're both being them.
Warnings: Shouldn't be!

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[soldiershin]

[ And through that mind link, there's a bit of everything: a faint relief that Shiroe had kept that open (for directions and a strange sense of comfort; it was a familiar-type presence amongst the noise and bustle of Siren's Port), a constant curiosity of his surroundings, some exhaustion - and a lot of barely contained awe of his own. He's seen these trees already of course (seen much of the city), but even still. Even still. The greens and the blues of this Terra were still incredible to him to see. Hear. Feel.

He's not flying this time, so it's taken some time, but when he arrives at whereabouts of their designated meeting spot, some things to note: his eyes are a touch wider than usual. Head tilted upward, eyes locked on nature. More child-like that he wants to appear, but really. Really, he feels excused (for now). It's only when he can physically see Shiroe that his expression drops back to normal by a lifetime of habit, even when his mind remains abuzz with pleased little nothings. ]

Hello, Shiroe.

[zealouspeter]

[Jomy's awe brings back some of his old wonderment at it -- he'd been around long enough that the novelty had worn, though he'd still occasionally have to think about how he was on Terra. Terra, the first clear picture he could remember (thinking on that too much would make him a bit angry, though, so he didn't). it would have been perfect, if only they weren't confined to Siren's Port.]

[a strike of amusement - they were both dead Mu, walking on Terra only because some machine managed to defy death. luckily, that amusement lasted.]

Hi! [wide smile, as always, meeting Jomy half-way. exhaustion and subdued happiness - traits to share. he almost laughs, fights it down at the last moment.] Did you come here yet?

[soldiershin]

[ He stills his trek forward when he's about an arm's length away, eyes locked on the boy before him. Does a quick scan, barest of touches against the mind, picking up everything and focusing on nothing. Draws back just as quickly as he's made that contact upon confirming that Shiroe was as well as he appears. Shifting focus to the question: ]

I have. [ Several times, in fact. Head tilts up, attention once again wandering over the trees. ] But it's still amazing, no matter how many times I've seen them.

[zealouspeter]

[there may still be a trace of anger, but it's vague and low and nearly dissipated, all from Shiroe's ability at holding grudges - much more amusement over the attention the trees got.]

And this forest is apparently sick. Or so Poison Ivy says. [bit of a ramble, and alright, he's glancing around the park, too.] Have you ever met her?