[ Petals of green and blue circle and dance around Yodarha as he steps in, the warmth of the late spring breeze rejoicing in his presence.
Soon, there is nothing in this world besides him, the breeze, and the vortex of flowers that whirl around him. Petals flutter from the swirl, breaking free, and before his very eyes they take the shape of a person.
The form the petals take is that of a humanoid with shoulder-length hair, their stance exuding a casual cheerfulness. Though there is no one else but Yodarha, he may get the sense that this person is leaned in to lively discussion, friendly and approachable.
And just as soon as the vision begins, it fades away. Yodarha now stands where he was before. ]
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Soon, there is nothing in this world besides him, the breeze, and the vortex of flowers that whirl around him. Petals flutter from the swirl, breaking free, and before his very eyes they take the shape of a person.
The form the petals take is that of a humanoid with shoulder-length hair, their stance exuding a casual cheerfulness. Though there is no one else but Yodarha, he may get the sense that this person is leaned in to lively discussion, friendly and approachable.
And just as soon as the vision begins, it fades away. Yodarha now stands where he was before. ]