(Closed to Ray) Homecoming.

[Rayleigh]

Rayleigh looked down. Though bent grass cushioned her bare feet, cold earth still managed to sneak between the blades and between her toes. The sensation was oddly calming. "It's alright," she assured Vince, bringing her head (way) up to meet his gaze. The emotion she found in those sapphire eyes nearly knocked her off her shoe-less feet. If Vincent Cain were a cartoon character, like the ones he had made her watch over the past two years, his eyes would simply burst from his head. The man hummed with excited energy, and she swore it might come oozing from all orifices if he continued to stand there. But beneath the raw ecstasy lurked something entirely different.

Relief.

When they had first been teleported to Earth, Vince had leapt at the chance to show her his "home." Now? This felt more like a homecoming than anything they had experienced on the big blue planet.

Her own feelings about coming back to Althanas were not so clear, even to herself. On one hand, this was where she had been born and raised. On the other, Vincent had been the closest thing to family, and he had been by her side the entire time. Mostly, Ray found herself frustrated that she had just finished acclimating to Earth's culture, only to be thrust back into a land of magic and outdated technology. She was really going to miss microwaves, and the television dinners that saved her from cooking duties.

So she simply drew his royal purple coat tighter around her thin shoulders. While the air's chill wasn't unbearable, she had grown accustomed to Texas' warmer climate. Now, as the breeze blew her brunette hair back from her flushed face, she suddenly unlocked long-since forgotten memories of her time in Salvar. "Thank you for the jacket," she told him. "The tanktop seemed like a much better idea when I thought I'd be sleeping soon." Pausing to glance at their surroundings, she added, "I figure it's going to be a longer night now, huh?"