❝ ——— H—Hah. Ah, thank you. I hope that you find all of those things, too. I hope that I can help you find them. ❞ He takes her hand, gives it an affectionate squeeze. ❝ Do asari do anything special to celebrate a new year? If they do, I imagine it’s not as … dramatic as humans — but, it sure is something to look at. Simulated fireworks are almost better than real ones. At least then you don’t have to worry about duds. ❞
“YOU ALREADY HAVE.” the words are light, honest; she moves closer, brings her other hand to his, splays velvet-covered fingers over his wrists. in all her centuries and all her travels and all her studies and all her wars, she has yet to come across a language that is adequate to convey how much she feels. so, in the meantime, she hopes this touch will suffice.
her eyes soften: A MIRROR MELTED, TURNED LIQUID MERCURY. “we celebrate a renewal of the seasons, but i suppose it can be accurately called a new year. if you would like to witness it, i will take you to thessia.” a small smile plays across her face. “it’s true we are not as ————— explosive about it as your species, but it is something.”
the air around her crackles.
“there are no fireworks; we welcome it with our biotics, which, thousands of years ago, were thought to be a manifestation of our souls. the element zero in the soil and air and water reacts, and for the first day of each cycle, our entire planet glows. it is subtle, but it is ————— IT IS SOMETHING.”