She didn't really think he would take that non-answer for an answer, of course. It's more like a disclaimer. But he says he wants to know, so... she'll try.
She pauses for a few seconds, clearing her mind a little and pondering where she should start. She's got an idea what she might be able to do. This dream space, or whatever, that they're in... she's remembered something like it before. Obviously, you can revisit your memories here - so maybe, like Aradia did, she can sort of... control the memories and do it deliberately?
Ami closes her eyes, and the scene changes around them.
It resolves to a classy nightclub, warm and warmly lit, with a disco ball spinning slowly overhead. The dead troll vanishes, its rotten stink replaced by a faint scent that subtly evokes bourbon without shouting it. Instead of a frozen, deathly quiet, the room is filled with music, revelry, and laughter.
It may not look much like the parties Reynir's grown up with, but it's unmistakably a party. At this particular moment, most of the fifteen-odd guests - including Ami, and Reynir beside her - are gathered around the center table, where the birthday girl faces down a cake topped with twenty-one candles. It's Tuuri, alive and well, her smile lighting up the room as always.
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Tuuri! Happy birthday to you!"
Tuuri blows out the candles, and a cheer goes up. Ami - appearing fully human again - neither sings nor cheers. She did both at the real party, and this time she's content to watch the others, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips.
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She pauses for a few seconds, clearing her mind a little and pondering where she should start. She's got an idea what she might be able to do. This dream space, or whatever, that they're in... she's remembered something like it before. Obviously, you can revisit your memories here - so maybe, like Aradia did, she can sort of... control the memories and do it deliberately?
Ami closes her eyes, and the scene changes around them.
It resolves to a classy nightclub, warm and warmly lit, with a disco ball spinning slowly overhead. The dead troll vanishes, its rotten stink replaced by a faint scent that subtly evokes bourbon without shouting it. Instead of a frozen, deathly quiet, the room is filled with music, revelry, and laughter.
It may not look much like the parties Reynir's grown up with, but it's unmistakably a party. At this particular moment, most of the fifteen-odd guests - including Ami, and Reynir beside her - are gathered around the center table, where the birthday girl faces down a cake topped with twenty-one candles. It's Tuuri, alive and well, her smile lighting up the room as always.
"Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday, dear Tuuri!
Happy birthday to you!"
Tuuri blows out the candles, and a cheer goes up. Ami - appearing fully human again - neither sings nor cheers. She did both at the real party, and this time she's content to watch the others, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips.