A Flare Star for the Dramatic

[ he presses both hands against his face, holding fast to the mask he's already wearing. looking like he's struggling to keep it from changing on him again. ]

"I-it was-- when--"


[ the rain stops.

the sun is warm and bright. the scent and vapor rising from the ground right after the rain is fresh, like life. mist, not Mist.

his voice is strangely meek. awed, at something. someone? ]


"Was it really... that early?
Was it really just as soon as... that first time... I saw the sky?"

[ the answer is obvious. ]