He doesn't know that the Horizon was once barred to her, doesn't realize just how crowded and noisy a place her mind is. But he can hear the pride shining through her declaration, and he can tell that this is important to her. Maybe it's because he once had to fight to tame his fire, but Wilhelm gets the sense that for her this is the culmination of some sort of struggle.
Closing his eyes and measuring breaths, he slips into the Horizon. Because he affixes River in his mind, he finds himself at the edge of a wood that's not unfamiliar, but not the same as he remembers either. Twilight colors the sky purple and stars begin to peek through.
That's where he sees River, waiting in the gathering shadows, and he catches up to her. In the Horizon, he still wears the sort of clothes he used to wear back home, a polo shirt with a jacket thrown over it, jeans and sneakers, an expensive watch that once belonged to his brother. But there are subtle changes, influenced by his evolving sense of style. The jacket is a little flashier than he would've felt comfortable with a few years ago, deep purple in color. His nails are painted green, much neater than he can manage in real life. And around his neck, he still has the necklace Kelson gave him, a pendant of polished white crystal that looks like the moon, which he never takes off.
"Lead the way, River." He starts to offer his arm, remembering that other life where they knew each other so well, but then he's not sure if she's comfortable with that.
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Closing his eyes and measuring breaths, he slips into the Horizon. Because he affixes River in his mind, he finds himself at the edge of a wood that's not unfamiliar, but not the same as he remembers either. Twilight colors the sky purple and stars begin to peek through.
That's where he sees River, waiting in the gathering shadows, and he catches up to her. In the Horizon, he still wears the sort of clothes he used to wear back home, a polo shirt with a jacket thrown over it, jeans and sneakers, an expensive watch that once belonged to his brother. But there are subtle changes, influenced by his evolving sense of style. The jacket is a little flashier than he would've felt comfortable with a few years ago, deep purple in color. His nails are painted green, much neater than he can manage in real life. And around his neck, he still has the necklace Kelson gave him, a pendant of polished white crystal that looks like the moon, which he never takes off.
"Lead the way, River." He starts to offer his arm, remembering that other life where they knew each other so well, but then he's not sure if she's comfortable with that.