lune will take a moment before extending a hand a faint glow extending from his extended two fingers, only to gently press them against the center of milla's forehead - and she'll be able to see a shrine similar to the one that she's described. it's not her own, but given her description, it's that of a japanese shrine that might be the closest to what she described. she'll walk through the footsteps of someone who will pay their respects, pray briefly for the well-being of their master and their comrades, and then laugh faintly with a resounding 'Splendid, splendid' before the memory ends.
lune will take their hand back then, humming faintly]
[The memory plays—and although it is not her own shrine, it is... nostalgic, in a similar sense. The emotions that well, the path travelled, and the offerings given are all similar enough to feel a sort of wistful happiness that bubbles in her chest briefly, before dispelling like so much foam in the ocean.]
Thank you, Lune. That was lovely.
I would love to be able to do the same for you, and show you a memory of my own.
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lune will take a moment before extending a hand a faint glow extending from his extended two fingers, only to gently press them against the center of milla's forehead - and she'll be able to see a shrine similar to the one that she's described. it's not her own, but given her description, it's that of a japanese shrine that might be the closest to what she described. she'll walk through the footsteps of someone who will pay their respects, pray briefly for the well-being of their master and their comrades, and then laugh faintly with a resounding 'Splendid, splendid' before the memory ends.
lune will take their hand back then, humming faintly]
... something like that, perhaps.
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Thank you, Lune. That was lovely.
I would love to be able to do the same for you, and show you a memory of my own.