[ Urianger, strangely, may feel a bit of resistance as he steps inside.
But once is foot plants on the ground beyond the threshold of the circle, he feels a snap. Something in the air, in his destiny, perhaps, breaks, but does not succumb to the vortex of petals around him. Instead, it moves, it reaches, it reforms, and builds anew.
The black and white petals flutter from the whorl and take the form of not one, but two people. One stands away, frail and ashamed of what they have done, while the petals of the other continually shift, as though unsure of what form to take, how to present themselves to Urianger.
And just as soon as the vision begins, it fades away. Urianger now stands where he was before. ]
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But once is foot plants on the ground beyond the threshold of the circle, he feels a snap. Something in the air, in his destiny, perhaps, breaks, but does not succumb to the vortex of petals around him. Instead, it moves, it reaches, it reforms, and builds anew.
The black and white petals flutter from the whorl and take the form of not one, but two people. One stands away, frail and ashamed of what they have done, while the petals of the other continually shift, as though unsure of what form to take, how to present themselves to Urianger.
And just as soon as the vision begins, it fades away. Urianger now stands where he was before. ]