Psii could feel Daryl's subtle resistance next to him, like someone wanting to speak out but too afraid to. He knew how that felt. He hoped Daryl couldn't feel the scars on his back through his shitty jumpsuit. Contact in dangerous situations was fine for him, but in everyday situations, he still didn't like people prodding him there, looking too closely, asking too many questions.
"Thith ride will be over thoon. I thaid I didn't want to wathte time, didn't I?" he said gruffly.
At least his passenger calmed down enough to take stock of their surroundings. Psii needed a second pair of eyes. He squinted at the towers, too. The wind was calmer up here. Psii picked up the pace and the towers grew. The golden ones were held up with columns and curves and light. The purple ones were sharp with Gothic arches and black shadows. Light was considered dangerous among trolls; daytime was when the searing sun and undead came out. However, the purple city had its own ominous air, like the whispers of a half-remembered dream from the furthest ring of subconsciousness. The rising water and dusty wind cast a foggy pall on the two cities, but their tallest spires rose defiantly out of it.
"....Like thomething out of a dream—or a daymare. Well, better there than at the bottom of a lake. Have you been there before? Betht to know what we might run into. It'th a little too clothe to the Alternian foretht, but buggarth can't be chootherth. Ath for which thide I'd prefer, I honethtly don't know. I'll land uth thomewhere in the middle and thee."
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"Thith ride will be over thoon. I thaid I didn't want to wathte time, didn't I?" he said gruffly.
At least his passenger calmed down enough to take stock of their surroundings. Psii needed a second pair of eyes. He squinted at the towers, too. The wind was calmer up here. Psii picked up the pace and the towers grew. The golden ones were held up with columns and curves and light. The purple ones were sharp with Gothic arches and black shadows. Light was considered dangerous among trolls; daytime was when the searing sun and undead came out. However, the purple city had its own ominous air, like the whispers of a half-remembered dream from the furthest ring of subconsciousness. The rising water and dusty wind cast a foggy pall on the two cities, but their tallest spires rose defiantly out of it.
"....Like thomething out of a dream—or a daymare. Well, better there than at the bottom of a lake. Have you been there before? Betht to know what we might run into. It'th a little too clothe to the Alternian foretht, but buggarth can't be chootherth. Ath for which thide I'd prefer, I honethtly don't know. I'll land uth thomewhere in the middle and thee."