[ For a moment, he stands there, watching her, curling his fingers through hers—an unconscious motion, something tugging inside him, reluctant to let go.
After a pause, he follows. His wolf pads along behind him, no longer with its collar—though it'll probably reappear once he's gone. ]
Cozy. [ He sinks onto the cushions. He might be sinking through a cloud, actually. Almost too soft. Nice, though. The tent. Reminds him of the summit, long ago. He's been focused on persevering; slipping into the Horizon, more than ever, feels like he's stepped out of his body. Ungrounded. Unguarded, even.
When he tips back the wine, it's clear he isn't drinking it to relish the taste. (He's fine.) ]
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After a pause, he follows. His wolf pads along behind him, no longer with its collar—though it'll probably reappear once he's gone. ]
Cozy. [ He sinks onto the cushions. He might be sinking through a cloud, actually. Almost too soft. Nice, though. The tent. Reminds him of the summit, long ago. He's been focused on persevering; slipping into the Horizon, more than ever, feels like he's stepped out of his body. Ungrounded. Unguarded, even.
When he tips back the wine, it's clear he isn't drinking it to relish the taste. (He's fine.) ]
You said you've encountered others?