[ leaving is only easier than arriving because he has a goal now that he didn’t before. the land is just as treacherous, just as muddy and uneven, but now he has makoto with him in tow. as much as he’s capable, he makes sure that nothing gets in their way on the journey back, and thankfully, a cornerstone is not too far to return them to springstar in a reasonable amount of time.
having makoto here and being reminded of horos, he’s quietly grateful that the physical obstacles between them don’t seem quite so insurmountable. even if makoto may ultimately find that meridian is not the side for him—and dextera is sure that he will—then, at least for now, their meetings don’t have to be held in secret meeting places as if they’re fighting on opposite sides of a war. what aggression there’s been, he reasons, has only been between the bearers themselves. he just has to hope it stays that way.
still, there are people in springstar who might remember makoto from before, and dextera doesn’t want to expose his face too much anyway. makoto is carefully led the long way around, protected in dextera’s jacket, until they finally get to the dormitories that most of his fellow meridians have long since moved out of. ]
…here.
[ the room dextera opens into is sparsely decorated. his few personal items are leaned up against the wall—his sword, the angelic rifle, a spare set of shoes—or hanging off a hook in the case of his other clothes. there’s one thin blanket laid over the mattress, to his credit smoothed out and unwrinkled as he made it before leaving. sunlight from springstar’s perpetual day filters in from outside to illuminate the bare floor. ]
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having makoto here and being reminded of horos, he’s quietly grateful that the physical obstacles between them don’t seem quite so insurmountable. even if makoto may ultimately find that meridian is not the side for him—and dextera is sure that he will—then, at least for now, their meetings don’t have to be held in secret meeting places as if they’re fighting on opposite sides of a war. what aggression there’s been, he reasons, has only been between the bearers themselves. he just has to hope it stays that way.
still, there are people in springstar who might remember makoto from before, and dextera doesn’t want to expose his face too much anyway. makoto is carefully led the long way around, protected in dextera’s jacket, until they finally get to the dormitories that most of his fellow meridians have long since moved out of. ]
…here.
[ the room dextera opens into is sparsely decorated. his few personal items are leaned up against the wall—his sword, the angelic rifle, a spare set of shoes—or hanging off a hook in the case of his other clothes. there’s one thin blanket laid over the mattress, to his credit smoothed out and unwrinkled as he made it before leaving. sunlight from springstar’s perpetual day filters in from outside to illuminate the bare floor. ]