"A memory. A place I once danced." She's calm; this is completely normal for her, after all. "Empty your mind. Embrace eternity."
Shiala reaches to touch Meyer's face; she shuts her eyes, and when she opens them again, her eyes have turned from green to black, even the sclera is black, and the iris ringed in white. When her fingertips make contact with his skin, there's the faintest of electrical impulses, the gentle connecting of nervous systems through the skin.
From Meyer's perspective, he might see a flash of white, and when it clears, the two of them are standing in a club. The music is pulsing, throbbing, almost primal, the light dim with holographic colours climbing up the walls in an eye-catching display. The patrons of the club are decidedly not human, as this memory dates from well before humanity was known in the galactic community. Rather, they are other asari, blue-skinned and lithe and limber, or the silvery plate-skinned turians, or even a few amphibious, vaguely frog-like salarians. At least some of the asari, at least, are clearly the club's hired dancers, scantily-clad and flirtacious with the patrons. The atmosphere is wild, abandoned, careless. Shiala herself appears somewhat different in this memory, her skin tone distinctly not green and closer to purple.
In this memory space, she turns to Meyer, smiling, relaxed. "I danced here often, when I was young. I had a lover, for a while, who I met here. I miss her, still, sometimes, but it's long since over now."
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Shiala reaches to touch Meyer's face; she shuts her eyes, and when she opens them again, her eyes have turned from green to black, even the sclera is black, and the iris ringed in white. When her fingertips make contact with his skin, there's the faintest of electrical impulses, the gentle connecting of nervous systems through the skin.
From Meyer's perspective, he might see a flash of white, and when it clears, the two of them are standing in a club. The music is pulsing, throbbing, almost primal, the light dim with holographic colours climbing up the walls in an eye-catching display. The patrons of the club are decidedly not human, as this memory dates from well before humanity was known in the galactic community. Rather, they are other asari, blue-skinned and lithe and limber, or the silvery plate-skinned turians, or even a few amphibious, vaguely frog-like salarians. At least some of the asari, at least, are clearly the club's hired dancers, scantily-clad and flirtacious with the patrons. The atmosphere is wild, abandoned, careless. Shiala herself appears somewhat different in this memory, her skin tone distinctly not green and closer to purple.
In this memory space, she turns to Meyer, smiling, relaxed. "I danced here often, when I was young. I had a lover, for a while, who I met here. I miss her, still, sometimes, but it's long since over now."