[ Asseylum discovers for herself that when she turns to Mikazuki, something about his bearing reminds her a little of the place she left behind, too. While her memories feel fuzzy to her, they're certainly warm ones. It affects the smile she gives him. ]
Like Earth... [ She returns her gaze to the red coast, contented by the thought of a place that was like Earth but more. She had seen enough of red's ugliest — spilled blood; the stormy sands of a desolate empire — but thoughts of blue and red in harmony are somehow consoling. ] It must be a beautiful place.
apologies... I was at a con this weekend!
Like Earth... [ She returns her gaze to the red coast, contented by the thought of a place that was like Earth but more. She had seen enough of red's ugliest — spilled blood; the stormy sands of a desolate empire — but thoughts of blue and red in harmony are somehow consoling. ] It must be a beautiful place.