He likes hand holding, it reminds him of... happier, more solid times.
The specter keeps up easily enough after just a moment, simply phasing through things that get into his path. There is a great deal of curiosity about this garden, honestly. All this eagerness over it! It must be quite the sight.
And indeed... it is. Instead of a sea of gold and yellow, it's a cascade of rainbow. All sorts of flowers that he could only recall in his distant memories of the surface. There are trees, and he remembered how they shifted colors as the fall months came.
He'd be speechless in any regard, but he doesn't move, staring at the sight in silent wonder, almost childlike in awe.
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Date: 2016-10-26 05:11 am (UTC)The specter keeps up easily enough after just a moment, simply phasing through things that get into his path. There is a great deal of curiosity about this garden, honestly. All this eagerness over it! It must be quite the sight.
And indeed... it is. Instead of a sea of gold and yellow, it's a cascade of rainbow. All sorts of flowers that he could only recall in his distant memories of the surface. There are trees, and he remembered how they shifted colors as the fall months came.
He'd be speechless in any regard, but he doesn't move, staring at the sight in silent wonder, almost childlike in awe.