[ Gildor is already open to trying whatever it is Pidge would like to try, but this - it isn't like 'seeing' the mechanical Elin in their shared mind's eye, with touch and sound and smell and drow-sense to back up his understanding of it's shape and form. This flows into him like a creeping fog, leaving no other sense but his own thoughts to comprehend it. It clears away the black and shades of grey his mind is so used to and blankets it in something entirely new. His breath hitches and grows soft- ]
This is-
[ Though he still holds onto Pidge's hand, his legs have stopped moving. The dark shadow of his mental presence is turning green and Gildor is struggling to process it. It is nature, it is the smell of trees after rain, the feeling of grass underfoot, and it is - as he was told - life itself. His reaction quickly turns emotional, and music swells in their shared thoughts. Soft, stirring, flourishing - like the life this new sensation, this color represents. Music is the easiest way for him to make sense of it, yet there is still little sense to it, so he remains overcome with beauty and joy - so much that after a just a moment he's struggling to remain standing, knees weak and head hunched. He's leaning heavily on his staff to remain upright. ]
(This is... green? Oh it's... it's beautiful! What in the world... and you live with this around you every day?!)
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This is-
[ Though he still holds onto Pidge's hand, his legs have stopped moving. The dark shadow of his mental presence is turning green and Gildor is struggling to process it. It is nature, it is the smell of trees after rain, the feeling of grass underfoot, and it is - as he was told - life itself. His reaction quickly turns emotional, and music swells in their shared thoughts. Soft, stirring, flourishing - like the life this new sensation, this color represents. Music is the easiest way for him to make sense of it, yet there is still little sense to it, so he remains overcome with beauty and joy - so much that after a just a moment he's struggling to remain standing, knees weak and head hunched. He's leaning heavily on his staff to remain upright. ]
(This is... green? Oh it's... it's beautiful! What in the world... and you live with this around you every day?!)