Violet looks over the expanse with wonder in her sapphire blue eyes - the colour that matches the grass quite easily. The sky is a deep purple, and the sun is a glittering silver; the trees a shimmering golden colour, and the clouds a seemingly rose in colour. The breeze is cool, but not cold, and smells of something sweet and familiar that she cannot put her finger on, and the feeling of the grass against her bare feet and legs is like satin; smooth and delicate.
Instinctively reaching out, she winds her fingers with Jack's, grounding herself. "This cannot be real. There's no such thing as a paradise, and yet I'm standing in one."
The time traveller squeezes her hand reassuringly, but also maybe with a hint of something else. "It's real alright, Violet, and this proves there is such thing as a paradise."
With a moment of deliberation, Jack pulls Violet towards him, twirling her around as he steps to the side, her smaller body bumping into his a moment later. One of her hands is clutched in his and the other is resting on his upper arm as she stares up into his baby blue eyes with shock and delight, surprise echoing them. She's never danced before, but, with him, it feels as though it flows naturally through her and her body moves on instinct.
