She nods as she wraps her fingers around him, and Bolin's senses will be greeted with a rush of sensations. Cold, biting cold, accompanied by the howling of wind. He'll see himself, trudging through miles and miles of frozen waste, leaning into an arctic gale to make any headway. There's a sense of journey to it, and desperation in his movements, like there's something he's got to do. But determination too.
After a moment, the wind swirls between them and the phantom Bolin, obscuring him behind a wall of white and ending the vision.]
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She nods as she wraps her fingers around him, and Bolin's senses will be greeted with a rush of sensations. Cold, biting cold, accompanied by the howling of wind. He'll see himself, trudging through miles and miles of frozen waste, leaning into an arctic gale to make any headway. There's a sense of journey to it, and desperation in his movements, like there's something he's got to do. But determination too.
After a moment, the wind swirls between them and the phantom Bolin, obscuring him behind a wall of white and ending the vision.]