Gibbs must be the name of Tidus’s friend; Rezo listens for Gibbs’ arrival and…
…And nothing? There’s a long, silent pause in which, as far as Rezo can tell, Tidus is simply just standing around. Rezo’s patience starts to thin out.
“...Is there some sort of problem?” he asks.
But evidently it’s resolved. Tidus calls out an apology, Rezo’s eyebrows raise, but then he can hear the sound of water sloshing about and feel a prickle in the air, the sense of something magical afoot.
When all is said and done, Rezo moves his way cautiously onto the bridge. It’s exceedingly odd- he can smell and even hear the water underfoot, but all he feels is solid ground. Still, he nods.
“I think this will do. Can you guide me down?” Rezo holds out his hand, hoping that Tidus will understand that he needs to offer a hand or an elbow, something for Rezo to hold onto; if he goes on his own he’ll have trouble hurrying, since he can’t see where the edges of the bridge are.
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…And nothing? There’s a long, silent pause in which, as far as Rezo can tell, Tidus is simply just standing around. Rezo’s patience starts to thin out.
“...Is there some sort of problem?” he asks.
But evidently it’s resolved. Tidus calls out an apology, Rezo’s eyebrows raise, but then he can hear the sound of water sloshing about and feel a prickle in the air, the sense of something magical afoot.
When all is said and done, Rezo moves his way cautiously onto the bridge. It’s exceedingly odd- he can smell and even hear the water underfoot, but all he feels is solid ground. Still, he nods.
“I think this will do. Can you guide me down?” Rezo holds out his hand, hoping that Tidus will understand that he needs to offer a hand or an elbow, something for Rezo to hold onto; if he goes on his own he’ll have trouble hurrying, since he can’t see where the edges of the bridge are.