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[ It's a little strange for him to feel this happy, though he doesn't know if it's exactly that. At the very least, there's still something about being with Andyr that settles him a lot more than usual, and maybe it's the familiarity, unable to keep his own hand from gripping tight to his even as he draws him forward to step through the ingress. He's been through once already, and it's certainly nothing like the first time they'd ever showed up on the Moira. ]

I don't think they'd let us go through if it wasn't safe. [ Putting faith in people he hardly knows, but that's not new at all, giving his fingers a squeeze. ] It's okay. [ And with that, he drags him through without more warning, the movement so smooth there's hardly any sensation to it aside from the warmth that flows over him. After, Steve's glancing around, continuing to hold onto Andyr as he gestures up.

They have really good timing. ] That's why I wanted to bring you here. [ Don't start drooling over the flying whales or anything. ]

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[ andyr tumbles through, eyes squeezed closed, as if expecting it to hurt, but there's only that vague feeling of warmth, before he starts to hear something like water and wind blowing, a coolness on his skin. his hand's still clasped tight to steve's, as he crack his eyes open, seeing a wash of blues and whites, eyes dragging upwards, and then, he sees it.

for a moment, andyr forgets how to breath, lips parted and expression a picture of complete awe, as he watches the elegant, grand creatures pass by, like ancient, mythic monoliths. ]

Holy... shit... [ he isn't letting go of steve's hand, instead, pulling it closer, holding their linked hands against his chest, as he paces carefully up to the edge of the platform, discolored eyes following the figures as they glide past. ] This is... Steve, are you kidding me? This is like a dream.