[D-2 looks from Carolina to York, then raises her hands to blink an answer back to them in the Elgyemic language of light patterns. Obviously neither of them can understand it, but she accompanies the message with a psychic nudge: a questioning feeling and an impression of warm laughter, as if to ask, 'Okay, but you're both happy, aren't you?']
[He's always loved her at sunset, with the last of the light threading gold through her hair, fire before the night. The moment of transition: day giving way to twilight, the future blooming from the past. She stood there at that brink and looked ahead, and he would follow, eyes open.]
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[She rolls her eyes, looking to D-2 and pointing at York.]
He's a bad example. Remember that.
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That kind of feeling... yes, D-2's right. That's what she's feeling.]
Not sure what kind of answer you're goin' for, kid, but... we'll go with yeah.
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York chuckles and falls into step beside Carolina again.]
You are, huh?
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[It's been a while since she's felt like this, anyway. But a Church can't not argue, apparently.]
You got a problem with that?
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[He's always loved her at sunset, with the last of the light threading gold through her hair, fire before the night. The moment of transition: day giving way to twilight, the future blooming from the past. She stood there at that brink and looked ahead, and he would follow, eyes open.]
I'm good.