[ At this awe and approval he smiles, as wide and uninhabited as if he'd drank a gallon of fathi. ]
Come on, dreamer. [ He tosses the apple to Jack. If he catches it, he'll note that it feels no different than a regular apple. If he drops it, it'll crack on the stone floor, shattering in half from the place where a bite had been taken from it.
Whichever happens, he strides gracefully toward the open doorway of the temple, out to the garden that wreaths it. Apple trees grow out here too, but of the normal, wooden variety. Grapevines creep up the stone lattice built into the structure, their fruits ranging from green to pink to dark purple. A clear stream winds around the structure, a single path crossing from the doorway outward.
He walks backwards from here, staring up at the two stone figures flanking the temple, they stand just a bit taller than the glass dome. Both are men, their musculature detailed so realistically that you might have to look twice to be sure their chests hadn't just risen and fallen with living breath. They have their arms outstretched, beckoning. Their faces aren't entirely formed yet, but there are details that mark them as different from each other. One springs from a base carved of flowers and ivy that encircles him, something naturally inviting and warm in his pose. The other forms from a base carved of rushing waves and crumbling earth, his outstretched arms seem to welcome the destruction around him. ]
I can't remember what his faces are meant to look like. [ His grin fades at this realization, shifting into unease— but then his attention shifts almost suddenly, his gaze locking on the closest neighboring Domain with raised eyebrows. ]
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Come on, dreamer. [ He tosses the apple to Jack. If he catches it, he'll note that it feels no different than a regular apple. If he drops it, it'll crack on the stone floor, shattering in half from the place where a bite had been taken from it.
Whichever happens, he strides gracefully toward the open doorway of the temple, out to the garden that wreaths it. Apple trees grow out here too, but of the normal, wooden variety. Grapevines creep up the stone lattice built into the structure, their fruits ranging from green to pink to dark purple. A clear stream winds around the structure, a single path crossing from the doorway outward.
He walks backwards from here, staring up at the two stone figures flanking the temple, they stand just a bit taller than the glass dome. Both are men, their musculature detailed so realistically that you might have to look twice to be sure their chests hadn't just risen and fallen with living breath. They have their arms outstretched, beckoning. Their faces aren't entirely formed yet, but there are details that mark them as different from each other. One springs from a base carved of flowers and ivy that encircles him, something naturally inviting and warm in his pose. The other forms from a base carved of rushing waves and crumbling earth, his outstretched arms seem to welcome the destruction around him. ]
I can't remember what his faces are meant to look like. [ His grin fades at this realization, shifting into unease— but then his attention shifts almost suddenly, his gaze locking on the closest neighboring Domain with raised eyebrows. ]
Is that yours?
[ The gas station. ]