The most interesting part about this Paixao was not the artificial environment—the plants, the sky, the temperature (not that he knew about the climate anyway)—but the journal he had been fiddling with for quite some time now. Even his growing weariness was tossed aside as he typed and explored the strange wonders it could do. One amusing factor he found out was the map. He found that it would be much more easier to navigate around in the future with that.
Yi studied the map with a calculative expression, his raven feathered fan now placed across his lap, left hand bringing the journal towards him for a closer look at Paixao while his free hand tapped his chin vaguely. "Muee...spell...heem?" a brow arched to match the tone of his baffled voice.
His eyes finally wandered away from the journal and back to the false reality. He didn't realize it was dark already; the weather deceived him. It was common sense that nightfall meant chilly winds, but this wasn't the case. The temperature remained moderate throughout the time he had spend sitting there, playing with his electronic journal.
Anyway, his attention was interrupted by a particular person. Well... not a person. He had wings and golden hair... not like any person Yi had laid his eyes upon before. He looked almost heavenly because of the wings—with a particular restrained distress... or whatever that expression was. He stared and stared until he decided to finally speak. "You..." and he found himself at loss of speech. Why, yes. He had questions for the blond, but he was not at all prepared.
With hopes that what was said was set aside, he pushed himself up from the bench he had been sitting on, using his free hand to grab on the golden handle of his fan of raven feathers before gravity meets it. He quickly stuffed the tiny journal in his shirt out of habit—like how people of ancient times used to do. Sima Yi canted his head to a side, watching the other with mild amusement. "So it seems that you are not originated from here as well," he commented, a typical way of starting some sort of conversation. It was a good way to gather more information.
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Yi studied the map with a calculative expression, his raven feathered fan now placed across his lap, left hand bringing the journal towards him for a closer look at Paixao while his free hand tapped his chin vaguely. "Muee...spell...heem?" a brow arched to match the tone of his baffled voice.
His eyes finally wandered away from the journal and back to the false reality. He didn't realize it was dark already; the weather deceived him. It was common sense that nightfall meant chilly winds, but this wasn't the case. The temperature remained moderate throughout the time he had spend sitting there, playing with his electronic journal.
Anyway, his attention was interrupted by a particular person. Well... not a person. He had wings and golden hair... not like any person Yi had laid his eyes upon before. He looked almost heavenly because of the wings—with a particular restrained distress... or whatever that expression was. He stared and stared until he decided to finally speak. "You..." and he found himself at loss of speech. Why, yes. He had questions for the blond, but he was not at all prepared.
With hopes that what was said was set aside, he pushed himself up from the bench he had been sitting on, using his free hand to grab on the golden handle of his fan of raven feathers before gravity meets it. He quickly stuffed the tiny journal in his shirt out of habit—like how people of ancient times used to do. Sima Yi canted his head to a side, watching the other with mild amusement. "So it seems that you are not originated from here as well," he commented, a typical way of starting some sort of conversation. It was a good way to gather more information.