The gentlest of breezes trickled by, cold on the back of Xiao's neck. He became so absorbed in the breeze that he closed his eyes, and a long, comforting shiver trickled down his back.
But that was nothing compared to when he opened his eyes and took in the sight around him- a vast, floating island covered in tall yellow grass. The ever-present sunset scattered light between each fluff and blade, and the world was illuminated.
But there was more; a house. Dark, beautiful wood, a sloped roof, windows glowing with warm light. It was a comforting sight, it looked too safe for Xiao, and he loved it. The house was surrounded by a halo of sunlight.
He stepped forward, entranced by it all, and he muttered,
"Lumine,"
Birdsong filled the silence between them, the two of them locking eyes which glittered with joy or adoration or admiration- one of the three or any combination,
"It's beautiful," his words were barely more than a whisper.
But it's nothing compared to your radiance.