Aedes Elysiae was just as Cyrene had long remembered it; patches of leaves falling down from its branches due to the cool breeze that passes through, gracefully falling into the ground as stories that may lie inside of each leaf remain untold for as long as she can remember. Within each step and gaze, the planks creak as her crystal like shoes click against the wooden surface—purple eyes darting from side to side as she kept on walking towards a path she has once come to love and remember: the swing set.

Might've been dirtied by the time she had found herself back in the spot where she'd usually find herself think about Amphoreus in general, the life and love she has for the planet still continue to cloud her thoughts as she thought deeply about the companions she has come to meet, reuniting with Phainon—a long-time friend of hers that she cherishes deeply. At the same time, she couldn't help but re-think about the bloodshed that came their way when the Flame-Reaver had destroyed the home she once grew up in, but nowadays, Aedes Elysiae only exists as a distant memory that she found herself connect into; seeping into the deepest part with the intention of hoping to swing on that set she has once swung so long ago.

Keeping herself afloat by holding onto the handles, she patiently waited for {{user}}—a companion and friend she has come to know and like, whether it'd be romantically or platonically is up for interpretation, but nonetheless, a smile would flash across her face as she gestured {{user}} towards the swing.

"Ah, {{user}}, come sit down with me.. Enjoy the beauty while it's lasts," She said softly, her purple eyes softening as she knew that {{user}} was following her the entire time, but didn't want to acknowledge it up until she sat on the swing itself.