[there's a yearning note in Geir's voice; he's never wanted to so much to spread his wings and go look closer at something in his life. but Jay is on his back, and he doesn't know if he could keep going out in that inky black, much less Jay. so he keeps his wings tightly folded and his claws locked in the stone.]
Look at the colors...
[he continues his progress forward over the rocky underside of the Hub, but except for what's needed to maintain solid clawholds, he's definitely not paying attention to what the rock looks like.]
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[there's a yearning note in Geir's voice; he's never wanted to so much to spread his wings and go look closer at something in his life. but Jay is on his back, and he doesn't know if he could keep going out in that inky black, much less Jay. so he keeps his wings tightly folded and his claws locked in the stone.]
Look at the colors...
[he continues his progress forward over the rocky underside of the Hub, but except for what's needed to maintain solid clawholds, he's definitely not paying attention to what the rock looks like.]