[He's attentive as he listens — completely entranced, Cy's words playing out clear and distinct pictures in his mind, dragons of various sizes formed of water with colorful scales. Pink and blue and yellow and orange. He can hardly stretch his own imagination so far, but the empathetic element fascinates him to a degree that he wonders how it would feel, what it would be like to interact with, how the dragons learn the complexity of such emotion over time... And Pearl, of course, in her immense antiquity. That captivates him to an indescribable measure.
By the end of it Sasuke is half-sitting upright on his bent elbow, expression open, rapt with an almost childlike wonder that shows his age more than the typical frowns and furrowed brows.]
They sound incredible. [Low, awed.] I'd be honored to meet them.
[If he could see all of the places, meet all of the people Cy has known who still live — it might be enough.]
Orange was love... [Of course, his mind drifts to Naruto. He can't help it.] Then what was red?
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By the end of it Sasuke is half-sitting upright on his bent elbow, expression open, rapt with an almost childlike wonder that shows his age more than the typical frowns and furrowed brows.]
They sound incredible. [Low, awed.] I'd be honored to meet them.
[If he could see all of the places, meet all of the people Cy has known who still live — it might be enough.]
Orange was love... [Of course, his mind drifts to Naruto. He can't help it.] Then what was red?