She lands gracefully. The heels of her boots tap noiselessly against the ground, and she lets go of Cloud's hand.
That silence is the odd part. Like her planet, though they can speak here, there's a pervading quiet as the airless vacuum fails to move the sound adequately.
Mercury goes inside first. The doors respond to her presence as she places a hand on them. They slide open to reveal a sense of space. The ceilings are high enough to be dizzying, the columns and pillars - all still that same Grecian style - are elaborately carved and sculpted with designs of fruit and fountains.
The antechamber is empty, save for this; here, there must be an artificial atmosphere, because the sounds echo faintly.
"I'm back," Mercury announces quietly, as if to someone here to hear it and welcome here.
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That silence is the odd part. Like her planet, though they can speak here, there's a pervading quiet as the airless vacuum fails to move the sound adequately.
Mercury goes inside first. The doors respond to her presence as she places a hand on them. They slide open to reveal a sense of space. The ceilings are high enough to be dizzying, the columns and pillars - all still that same Grecian style - are elaborately carved and sculpted with designs of fruit and fountains.
The antechamber is empty, save for this; here, there must be an artificial atmosphere, because the sounds echo faintly.
"I'm back," Mercury announces quietly, as if to someone here to hear it and welcome here.