Gyre isn't the only one who's a balled up collection of frustrations in this moment. Five leads the way, stomping with every step, as she makes her way down the path and under a hedge archway to an area that Gyre will recognize again.
Every space is perfectly laid out with stones surrounded by sand, bordered by rocks or water, and featuring flawlessly trimmed bushes and shrubs. There are flowers in several places, bringing a pop of color to the space. The sound of rushing water is obvious at the edges of the space.
The big difference, however, is that the edges of this area is no longer a cliff. There are no longer low-hanging clouds. Now, past the edges, is just water. Water as far as the eye can see, stretching out into the horizon. This place couldn't be that big...?
Twelve is no longer seated at the edge of the space.
Five immediately stops stomping once she's passed the archway, instead switching to a much more careful walk. She makes her way towards a set of cushioned seats and lowers down onto one while waving Gyre over. Sit.
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Every space is perfectly laid out with stones surrounded by sand, bordered by rocks or water, and featuring flawlessly trimmed bushes and shrubs. There are flowers in several places, bringing a pop of color to the space. The sound of rushing water is obvious at the edges of the space.
The big difference, however, is that the edges of this area is no longer a cliff. There are no longer low-hanging clouds. Now, past the edges, is just water. Water as far as the eye can see, stretching out into the horizon. This place couldn't be that big...?
Twelve is no longer seated at the edge of the space.
Five immediately stops stomping once she's passed the archway, instead switching to a much more careful walk. She makes her way towards a set of cushioned seats and lowers down onto one while waving Gyre over. Sit.
"Sit, quietly." She whispers out towards him.