[ Truly, the icy peaks and the snow all around them should spell a frigid feeling, and yet between the drink, Thoma's closeness, and this warmth blossoming in her chest, she can't possibly feel cold.
Her eyes are full of the ethereal lights in the sky, and another feeling swells up within her; it truly is an otherworldly sight, one that she likely never would have gotten the chance to behold at home, rooted to Inazuma and its politics as she is. She had always made herself to be content with such a fact. She chose this life, after all, and chose to bear the clan's burdens so that her brother would not have to shoulder it all by himself. And she will forever stand by that decision.
But, sometimes, when she thinks of one of her only friends, the Traveler, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to see distant worlds. Here she is, now, with such an opportunity.
Thoma points to bring her attention to the lilacs and blues and oranges in the sky, and then speaks of Naganohara and their fireworks, and she can't help but feel that pang of loneliness she so often felt at home, coupled with the thought: will she ever see her home again?
But Thoma is here. Her gaze falls away from the sky, instead watching his face as he's looking up. Not knowing how else to express what she feels and thinks in that moment, she falls back on something more familiar, more practiced. A poem. ]
... Such green oasis Evokes a summer feeling On a winter’s day.
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Her eyes are full of the ethereal lights in the sky, and another feeling swells up within her; it truly is an otherworldly sight, one that she likely never would have gotten the chance to behold at home, rooted to Inazuma and its politics as she is. She had always made herself to be content with such a fact. She chose this life, after all, and chose to bear the clan's burdens so that her brother would not have to shoulder it all by himself. And she will forever stand by that decision.
But, sometimes, when she thinks of one of her only friends, the Traveler, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to see distant worlds. Here she is, now, with such an opportunity.
Thoma points to bring her attention to the lilacs and blues and oranges in the sky, and then speaks of Naganohara and their fireworks, and she can't help but feel that pang of loneliness she so often felt at home, coupled with the thought: will she ever see her home again?
But Thoma is here. Her gaze falls away from the sky, instead watching his face as he's looking up. Not knowing how else to express what she feels and thinks in that moment, she falls back on something more familiar, more practiced. A poem. ]
... Such green oasis
Evokes a summer feeling
On a winter’s day.