[ First, she is there, held close to him, by him, to him. She feels his warmth, the arm about her waist, and the intensity of the pulse of power that comes with this light. Her palm barely finds purchase on his chest for stability (and it is there, peculiarly, a strange point of extra power tucked just beneath the collar of his shirt).
Second, she is not there, instead collapsed into the energy that is him, consciousness and memory preserved only by the will he extends over this power. In a way it's similar to her other's power to blitz at light-speed, in that it cuts from one space to the other; yet this is wholly more graceful. He executes the warp like weaving through the stream that is time. They are light, the world is but a matrix of other, a blur, an amalgam of inconsequential matter, and in the pseudo still-moment of the warp, her attention remains on him.
It occurs to her, connected like this, that he's not even thinking. He's simply doing, as if this power is merely instinct. It's breathtaking, but she has no breath from which to draw. That he can do this is also... ]
Incredible...
[ Ah, air exists again. As does her words. And the weight of gravity, her legs and feet loose below her. With his arm trembling, Pyra's fingers curl upon his shirt as she feels herself slip further down. Her other arm hold onto him tightly. Had she an actual heart, it would be beating rapidly with exhilaration and relief and a lightness like birds taking flight. She is-- so happy for him that he's achieved this, she cannot even express it.
Dangling here upon the tower while still watching him as the last of the blue-light fades, she sees how the shadows of his face shift with the colors of morning. She blinks, suddenly realizing she's been staring, that time is moving again, and that... it is morning. Finally, she turns to face the light of the sun as well.
Seeing the dawn had been the third and final reason for choosing night to begin this session, and now it appears justly as ever. This, too, is incredible. How lucky is she, to witness two amazing things in one day? ]
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Second, she is not there, instead collapsed into the energy that is him, consciousness and memory preserved only by the will he extends over this power. In a way it's similar to her other's power to blitz at light-speed, in that it cuts from one space to the other; yet this is wholly more graceful. He executes the warp like weaving through the stream that is time. They are light, the world is but a matrix of other, a blur, an amalgam of inconsequential matter, and in the pseudo still-moment of the warp, her attention remains on him.
It occurs to her, connected like this, that he's not even thinking. He's simply doing, as if this power is merely instinct. It's breathtaking, but she has no breath from which to draw. That he can do this is also... ]
Incredible...
[ Ah, air exists again. As does her words. And the weight of gravity, her legs and feet loose below her. With his arm trembling, Pyra's fingers curl upon his shirt as she feels herself slip further down. Her other arm hold onto him tightly. Had she an actual heart, it would be beating rapidly with exhilaration and relief and a lightness like birds taking flight. She is-- so happy for him that he's achieved this, she cannot even express it.
Dangling here upon the tower while still watching him as the last of the blue-light fades, she sees how the shadows of his face shift with the colors of morning. She blinks, suddenly realizing she's been staring, that time is moving again, and that... it is morning. Finally, she turns to face the light of the sun as well.
Seeing the dawn had been the third and final reason for choosing night to begin this session, and now it appears justly as ever. This, too, is incredible. How lucky is she, to witness two amazing things in one day? ]