@memokeeper, ⋆ the cloth of the glove isn’t so thick as to block out all sensation — - and hemera doesn’t refuse helia’s touch. though it seemed as if his thoughts had slowed.. belatedly, he speaks. ⋆ if you’d like, i.. could remove the glove.
as hemera did so, the memokeeper gently held it. for a moment, he stares upon his palm, though it is covered with a glove───a fingertip traces across it. ⠀ “⠀hm.. i have forgotten about this. how warm it feels..⠀”
@memokeeper, the land of dreams, is it? there’s bound to be unique memories to be found there.. ⋆ contemplating, his hand lightly hovers over the bubble. curious, yet he did not touch it. ⋆ have you ever been there, helia?
“⠀it is from a planet called penacony. i had heard the planet is in a disarray of whirling memories flooding all at once within depths of that a sea, a fellow colleague of mine .. is currently situated there. i merely wish to store the bizarre phenomena.⠀”
@memokeeper, i wish to help people. ⋆ hemera states it simply, that was truly it. though his gaze flicks away, as if he were flustered by the praise. ⋆
“⠀you are able to see me because one simply allows you to. though it'd be wise for you to not speak at the moment when there is people within the vicinity.⠀”
@memokeeper, ⋆ hemera merely nods, seemingly to himself. but it was meant for the memokeeper who stood there unbeknownst to passersby. though his lips curled just the slightest bit, as well. ⋆ .. i did forget that, i apologise. should we move to somewhere without eavesdroppers?