[ im not letting you fix that. but as tsurumaru gives his hand over, kaeya pulls a small wrapped piece of glass from his pocket and smiles. ]
This one's good. I promise.
[ before he carefully presses it between both of their hands and the music begins to play. you're looking out from the very top of an immense cliff, where the flowers you know as cecelias bloom. they sway now in the sharp breeze that cuts through the cliff, and you would think that their petals would fly off, but instead they cling with far more strength to their stems that anyone should give a flower credit for. the wind, however, means that the time is just right and as you look out over the cliff, there's a sharp rush.
your equipment clinks as you start to run.
and run.
you aren't stopping, a running leap is the best way to do it.
to give yourself over to the wind.
(it's just as you were taught when you were fitted for your first glider as a teenager, when you practiced off the roof at the dawn winery with crepus ragnvindr there to catch you when you fell.)
one fateful leap over the cliff, you're weightless, you're falling, but mere seconds later, out come a pair of brilliant wings that catch the wind and vault you upwards. there's a column of wind that bursts from below and at once you kick off, letting it catch the glider with its feathery construction. the wind bursts you higher and higher until finally you can see it all below, starsnatch cliff and the rest of the coastline of cape oath. the glider can take you far, and sometimes, it's nice, the weightlessness.
you glide over the water for a time, watching the waves erode away the stone, turning it into more and more sand year after year. you glide over the hills, taking note of a few hillichurl camps, but they're not doing anything at the moment, rather, they're laid in the grass sleeping, so you move onwards, banking away.
when you land, it's with a roll into the soft grass, gasping because you're at the end of your stamina, but somehow never more alive.
when the wind ruffles your hair, you close your eyes, take a deep breath, and lay down in the soft grass. in between your fingers, you can see a small lamp grass bloom.
you decide to take it home, glowing blue in your palm the entire way. ]
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[ he looks at him. ]
I know that the man was there, and then the boy, but what's a sword without touch? Someone to take the hilt and step into battle...
[ oh man, this is kinda sticking with him, yikes. ]
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The crane is a symbol for peace. Perhaps leaving me alone was a way to wish for it.
(To leave peace undisturbed. )
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[ he... holds out his hands. ]
Could I show you?
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Tsurumaru looks at Kaeya's hand and seems to consider it for a moment. He makes sure to draw it out before finally offering his hand to him,)
Surprise me.
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This one's good. I promise.
[ before he carefully presses it between both of their hands and the music begins to play. you're looking out from the very top of an immense cliff, where the flowers you know as cecelias bloom. they sway now in the sharp breeze that cuts through the cliff, and you would think that their petals would fly off, but instead they cling with far more strength to their stems that anyone should give a flower credit for. the wind, however, means that the time is just right and as you look out over the cliff, there's a sharp rush.
your equipment clinks as you start to run.
and run.
you aren't stopping, a running leap is the best way to do it.
to give yourself over to the wind.
(it's just as you were taught when you were fitted for your first glider as a teenager, when you practiced off the roof at the dawn winery with crepus ragnvindr there to catch you when you fell.)
one fateful leap over the cliff, you're weightless, you're falling, but mere seconds later, out come a pair of brilliant wings that catch the wind and vault you upwards. there's a column of wind that bursts from below and at once you kick off, letting it catch the glider with its feathery construction. the wind bursts you higher and higher until finally you can see it all below, starsnatch cliff and the rest of the coastline of cape oath. the glider can take you far, and sometimes, it's nice, the weightlessness.
you glide over the water for a time, watching the waves erode away the stone, turning it into more and more sand year after year. you glide over the hills, taking note of a few hillichurl camps, but they're not doing anything at the moment, rather, they're laid in the grass sleeping, so you move onwards, banking away.
when you land, it's with a roll into the soft grass, gasping because you're at the end of your stamina, but somehow never more alive.
when the wind ruffles your hair, you close your eyes, take a deep breath, and lay down in the soft grass. in between your fingers, you can see a small lamp grass bloom.
you decide to take it home, glowing blue in your palm the entire way. ]