[In perfect silence, PM stands in the middle of the room and stares at each wall in turn. Obviously, it's not at all the same as actually being there. The clouds show no images and the blue of the sky is stagnant. But WV is an adept enough artist that her breath catches in her throat. She'd only been to the Battlefield once, but the endless squares of black and white stretching on, interrupted only by plants and rivers and blood had cemented itself into her mind. It is a relief, both for herself and to indicate WV's mental health, that there is no blood or any signs of war to be found at all.]
[She takes a moment, smiling so slightly at the Land of Wind and Shade, familiar as it was to her with its silly salamander people and the beautiful fireflies trapped in clouds. As she turns to look at the most unfinished wall, she hurries over to study the outline of her little planet. She almost steps in the gold paint in the process, but shifts her foot back just in time.]
[After that minor moment of external awareness, she stares at it, almost as if hypnotized by the outline of the planet and its moon held in close orbit by a chain.]