[ The crystal shines brighter as soon as he makes contact with it, and within moments the world and his vision will vanish around him, as will his consciousness as it is swept up, engulfed by the glow of the crystal. It pulls him in-- not forcefully, but guiding, as if lifting him up into an embrace, enveloping him in light.
He'll next awaken upon a lush field of softs, green grass and blue, cloud-dotted skies. From the warm, gentle breeze that rustles the flowers of the prairie, it may feel as as if it is late spring in this realm, or perhaps early summer. Behind him is a forest, and before him a single tree that looms at the top of the modest hill; beyond that he might hear birdsong, echoed only by the distant toll of a bell of a humble, empty town just beyond the summit.
He lies within the shade of that tree on the hill, and should he blink he'll feel another's presence: Pyra's. Blink again, and he'll find that he's not resting upon the grass, but that his head is upon Pyra's lap, her hand upon his forehead. Her expression is that of patient concern as she gazes down at him, as if he had been waiting for him to open his eyes. When he does, she smiles. ] ...You're awake.
[ He is the first of another world to be here, and she quietly marvels at that fact. She's didn't invite him here to keep him safe, as this place could certainly do so, or to bring him back to life, or to explain exactly what this place is to him... She's here to make an introduction.
But first: ] How... do you feel? [ Not hurt, she hopes. ]
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He'll next awaken upon a lush field of softs, green grass and blue, cloud-dotted skies. From the warm, gentle breeze that rustles the flowers of the prairie, it may feel as as if it is late spring in this realm, or perhaps early summer. Behind him is a forest, and before him a single tree that looms at the top of the modest hill; beyond that he might hear birdsong, echoed only by the distant toll of a bell of a humble, empty town just beyond the summit.
He lies within the shade of that tree on the hill, and should he blink he'll feel another's presence: Pyra's. Blink again, and he'll find that he's not resting upon the grass, but that his head is upon Pyra's lap, her hand upon his forehead. Her expression is that of patient concern as she gazes down at him, as if he had been waiting for him to open his eyes. When he does, she smiles. ] ...You're awake.
[ He is the first of another world to be here, and she quietly marvels at that fact. She's didn't invite him here to keep him safe, as this place could certainly do so, or to bring him back to life, or to explain exactly what this place is to him... She's here to make an introduction.
But first: ] How... do you feel? [ Not hurt, she hopes. ]