[ And it's all...gorgeous. Rhys doesn't have another words for it as the scenes, thoughts, feelings, sensations all roll through him before he really has a chance to prepare. One moment he's trying to make coloured lettering out on the paper and the next thing he knows it's all bled away into an incredibly vivid, immersive experience.
For just a moment he gets lost in it, probably look rather silly standing there with a totally unprepared look on his face, but he can't help it. Rhys hasn't need anything like it in his entire life. The lushness of the foliage, the stone structure and the sheer naturalness of the surrounding area... he's used to the sterility of space stations where the only plant you'll find are potted and trimmed into perfect geometric shapes.
The whispers are less of a positive experience for him, but the vision and memory ends before he can get in too deeply to it and Rhys hardly notices as the paper slips from his hand and he brings it up quickly to his head, staggering slightly. ]
Hhhhhoooooly crap, where'm--
[ he's just a little disoriented here, give him a second. ]
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For just a moment he gets lost in it, probably look rather silly standing there with a totally unprepared look on his face, but he can't help it. Rhys hasn't need anything like it in his entire life. The lushness of the foliage, the stone structure and the sheer naturalness of the surrounding area... he's used to the sterility of space stations where the only plant you'll find are potted and trimmed into perfect geometric shapes.
The whispers are less of a positive experience for him, but the vision and memory ends before he can get in too deeply to it and Rhys hardly notices as the paper slips from his hand and he brings it up quickly to his head, staggering slightly. ]
Hhhhhoooooly crap, where'm--
[ he's just a little disoriented here, give him a second. ]