[It does indeed impress Michael how swiftly Nanaue settles into calm and quiet, resisting the temptation of songbirds chirping on low-hanging branches not far off. What he imagines awaits him in the Horizon must hold an even greater allure. Whatever the reason, he's not going to argue with success.
It's easy for him, too, to drop into a state of absolute relaxation. The body he inhabits is more a tool to him than something that has any hold on him in return.]
Good. [Small praise for a job well done.] Now give me your hand.
[But it's Michael who reaches out and takes Nanaue's unusually-shaped, overly-large hand into his, and draws them both into the Horizon—directly into his own domain, by force of habit.
The clearing they find themselves in is sunny. There's grass beneath their feet and trees bordering the small field, but a sudden absence of bird and insect sounds. There's a soft rustle from the treeline as a gentle wind moves the distant leaves, but nothing more to be heard.
Though he's clad in more modern attire, Michael wears the same face in the Horizon as he does outside of it—not that that's likely to mean anything right now.]
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It's easy for him, too, to drop into a state of absolute relaxation. The body he inhabits is more a tool to him than something that has any hold on him in return.]
Good. [Small praise for a job well done.] Now give me your hand.
[But it's Michael who reaches out and takes Nanaue's unusually-shaped, overly-large hand into his, and draws them both into the Horizon—directly into his own domain, by force of habit.
The clearing they find themselves in is sunny. There's grass beneath their feet and trees bordering the small field, but a sudden absence of bird and insect sounds. There's a soft rustle from the treeline as a gentle wind moves the distant leaves, but nothing more to be heard.
Though he's clad in more modern attire, Michael wears the same face in the Horizon as he does outside of it—not that that's likely to mean anything right now.]