Thread:CrowDragon31435/@comment-39025738-20190503203300/@comment-39025738-20190509185734

“Now... we can be anything we want to be.” Prisma said, his eyes briefly flashing to a warm hazel and back.(INITIATE TIME SKIP)

The remaining ride to Halvøy took only 15 minutes. As they got there, they saw the large walls that protected the city from a land-based attack, with a few soldiers on top. The walls made Halvøy into a large octagon, nearly covering the peninsula it was on. As the large, garage door-like front entrance opened and the group walked in, the smell of fresh-baked bread and flowers wafted out. It was a quaint settlement, put together with some planning involved. There was a section dedicated to the militia, one to homes, one to shops, and one for farming. The shop district was the one that faced the front entrance, so they walked through there to get to the large central house. They walked through stalls filled with merchants selling their wares, as well as gunsmiths, armorers, and farriers perfecting their craft. There were a few restaurants mixed in as well. As they got to the center, they saw a large structure that looked like a futuristic mansion. Prisma typed in a code on his wrist-mounted computer and the door slid open, allowing the lovers to step through before closing behind them. The inside had a large fountain in the center with two staircases: one lead to the kitchen/garden, the other to the bedrooms. The main foyer was decorated with a few trees and couches, as well as a coffee table or two. Prisma walked upstairs and plopped down on the bed, tired from a long day.