[But then he's looking at the wall. If he can just project the way it looked... He thinks remembering it, the colors of the clouds, the shapes they made. The deep purple of the night. It was dark season when he was last on planet, and--what phases had the moons been? Their color is easy, green and pink as bright as neon, as the unreal hues of lime and bubblegum candy, and decides crescents. The twelve-pane window is easy, standard, natural. There was the look of hives in the distance, blocky and uneven, pops of color set against the grey in doors and awnings and the outward tinge of their windows. He remembers the particular green of the night-shaded grass. The constellations that dot behind the red cloudy wisps aren't exact, but the feel is right.]
[It shapes together under direction of his thought, and at the end, he sweeps a curling come-here gesture at Jade.]
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Dangerous how?
[But then he's looking at the wall. If he can just project the way it looked... He thinks remembering it, the colors of the clouds, the shapes they made. The deep purple of the night. It was dark season when he was last on planet, and--what phases had the moons been? Their color is easy, green and pink as bright as neon, as the unreal hues of lime and bubblegum candy, and decides crescents. The twelve-pane window is easy, standard, natural. There was the look of hives in the distance, blocky and uneven, pops of color set against the grey in doors and awnings and the outward tinge of their windows. He remembers the particular green of the night-shaded grass. The constellations that dot behind the red cloudy wisps aren't exact, but the feel is right.]
[It shapes together under direction of his thought, and at the end, he sweeps a curling come-here gesture at Jade.]
Here, look.