[ There's grass around them, a small patch of green that's spreading across the ground, the plains, leaves sprouting at the touch of the sunlight. Perhaps she knows the man next to her, but he's still not too recognizeable - same face, same golden hair, but with skin pale as white wood and red-black vines curled around his arms. ]
slides into this, let me know if this is okay!
It is. It is beautiful, is it not?