It was like an instinct, like a child crying out inside of him. At that moment, when the spread of cerulean canvas filled his vision; nothing else mattered.
Not the portal controller looking surprised at him dashing out. Not the other users blinking in wonder. None. Nothing. Not even Bassena.
All he cared about was getting as close as he could to that spread of blue. Unfortunately, the portal was located in an observatory over the cliff, so he could only go as far as the portal's platform railing, feeling breathless when all he wanted to do was absorb as many scents as he could.
And then he felt a warm hand on his back, caressing him as if to ease his lungs so he could breathe again. And so he did breathe again, inhaling the air, the scent, the colors, the noise--
One by one, his senses were working again, and he basked in the sensation of something that used to be nothing more but a fantasy for him.
