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[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu is sitting on the ground of the Plane, his back to the Colluseium, cross-legged, but resting his elbows on his knees, and his head in his inter-laced fingers. In front of him is the Aries Cloth in presentational form. Both Mu himself and the cloth are glowing slightly, resonating with one another if your character is so inclined as to sense something like that. Mu's eyes are closed in concentration, but his mouth seems to be humouring the thought of a smile, albeit a small one.

Eventually his eyes open and he looks at the cloth fondly, reaching a hand out to absently trace one of the patterns on it's surface.]

But you, my friend, are real enough to me.