Beauty and danger lay all around them, and sometimes it was one in the same. Still, the vibrancy of the colors always instilled a quiet awe in the mermanta, and an appreciation of how different the world looked away from the watery depths where colors so quickly lost their intensity, or were replaced by different kinds of vision entirely.
He paused by one section of vines beside the bridge that held flowers larger than his palm in a fierce shade of magenta, their centers a brilliant yellow speckled with black. He did not know how Sohalia had looked immediately after her return and so could not appreciate the change that time had wrought - for the better - in her countenance, but he was still relieved to see her looking so well now. "Under it, perhaps," he acknowledged, a flicker of a smile at the corners of his eyes. "And to the mistbanks. But this is my first journey to the Leap of Faith." Tall places were not generally his forte, after all.
Smile fading a little, he contemplated his friend more solemnly. "I am glad to see you looking well. Zavien told me that things were difficult when you first returned. Are you fully recovered?"
He paused by one section of vines beside the bridge that held flowers larger than his palm in a fierce shade of magenta, their centers a brilliant yellow speckled with black. He did not know how Sohalia had looked immediately after her return and so could not appreciate the change that time had wrought - for the better - in her countenance, but he was still relieved to see her looking so well now. "Under it, perhaps," he acknowledged, a flicker of a smile at the corners of his eyes. "And to the mistbanks. But this is my first journey to the Leap of Faith." Tall places were not generally his forte, after all.
Smile fading a little, he contemplated his friend more solemnly. "I am glad to see you looking well. Zavien told me that things were difficult when you first returned. Are you fully recovered?"
