( Oh - settling into his footing, Hwylryn takes a look at his surroundings, his gaze tracing the architecture, the gardens, the distance - and all the way up into the stars above. He exhales - and then inhales it deep, feeling the clarity of nature flow through him, and the soft, warm echo of Ish's magic.
His dragon, too depressed to do much at all the way Hwyl was treating himself in the aquarium, has roused here, though it still remains a little sedate - pushing off from Hwylryn's shoulders and returning to its usual, gentle orbit around him, before breaking off toward the sky, though it doesn't go far. Hwylryn wishes he could still fly. )
... It's so beautiful. Have you ever stepped up into it?
( He squeezes Ish's hand, looking back at him. He looks a little like a sick fish placed back in clean waters. Not fixed, but boundless sky does wonders for a creature born from the union of it and sea. )
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His dragon, too depressed to do much at all the way Hwyl was treating himself in the aquarium, has roused here, though it still remains a little sedate - pushing off from Hwylryn's shoulders and returning to its usual, gentle orbit around him, before breaking off toward the sky, though it doesn't go far. Hwylryn wishes he could still fly. )
... It's so beautiful. Have you ever stepped up into it?
( He squeezes Ish's hand, looking back at him. He looks a little like a sick fish placed back in clean waters. Not fixed, but boundless sky does wonders for a creature born from the union of it and sea. )