The moons here are rather striking, are they not? Valisthea's was impressive on its own, but with a partner they would have left room for little else in the sky. It would be a shame if Metia were lost in the moonlight, though.

[ Clearly, he doesn't recall the way that Metia faded from the sky after Ultima was defeated and Origin was destroyed. He'd only had eyes for the moon on that night. ]

Mayhaps we could set up a spit roast over a fire--make a regular event of it. Moon viewing, just the three of us.

[ 'Room to build a fire pit.' Their list of requirements for their home grows, but not in any unreasonable way, and certainly not in any way that this world would be unable to provide them in good time.

The forest gives way to open fields and pastures, and Clive allows himself to enjoy the fresh air, the breeze smelling of grasses and unfamiliar flowers. Whether it was fate or fortune that brought them here, he's grateful all the same--grateful that he can share a world this beautiful with the people he loves the most. ]

We might raise a few animals. I saw a creature the other day that looked... not unlike a potato with legs. We should have twenty of them. [ He's joking (mostly). ] I'm not sure what they'd be good for, but I liked the look of them.