[ two weeks in the future might as well be forever! right now, she's getting to cradle a cute sleeping dragon and being cute in the process. everything about this feels wholesome, and he's taking it, not even equating it to pregnancy like behaviours when he's not been around anyone pregnant before. also, they're drinking. aren't pregnant people not supposed to drink?

(he has no idea, he's just saying...) ]

Mm, they're tall. It may be the extent of their similarities.

[ he smiles, taking a sip and thinking further on this. ]

The feel of them is similar, on the other hand. The height, the thinness of the air, the warmth of the sun, the strength of the winds. The scent of air carrying only the scents of water and living trees. All those are there, like the cliffs and the rock and the plant life clinging to impossible places. It may not be the exact same, but it is nostalgic enough.