dreaming

[ Maybe it's just that she's so in awe of it that they stand there for as long as they have. Maybe it's the tendrils of darkness, just in reach, telling her all those bad times were unredeemable — Or maybe, she's simply over-thinking it. She's caught up in her own thoughts that she doesn't expect the man's question. Nor, does the little bird with her, who's arms flap out in surprise as if mirroring her own.

Miyako blinks: ]

Is it? [ The question is genuine as she folds her hands behind her back - She guesses it is, but she's known from the moment she found herself here which she'd choose. ] I have an idea. It's just all a little... surreal, y'know? [ She tilts her head and leans forward with a cursory look: ] What about you?