[Toge watches the display with rapt attention, his eyes wide as he listens to Naminé explain. The way she does it, he can clearly feel that cold as well, and that's not even counting the frost crystals forming in her hands. She really had gone through something harrowing, hadn't she? And the memory and emotion of that time was powerful enough for her to channel into magic. It's different from using Cursed Energy... but he can find some similarities.]
[He blinks a couple times when the ice dissipates, a shiver going down his spine. He looks between the vanishing crystals and back to Naminé. Slowly, he nods.]
Salmon.
[He thinks he understands... at the very least, enough to give it a try. A memory of cold, huh..? He closes his eyes as he thinks.]
[Cold... there's plenty of times when it got chilly in Japan, but he wonders if those memories would be powerful enough. The one that Naminé had described seemed to be specific and strongly memorable... so maybe he needs something like that? Well, while he was never stuck in a blizzard, there was another time he had felt an icy cold seep into his skin. When he had gone against an overpowering enemy and was defeated. A coldness had clutched his body as he struggled against the darkness of unconscious, trying to will his timid friend to run for his life. Jujutsu sorcerers dance with death on a regular basis, but that was the closest he'd gotten to actually succumbing to it.]
[He tugs down the zipper of his collar and pulls it open, revealing the lower half of his face and revealing the Snake Eyes and Fangs seal on his mouth before turning to look at the tree. With the memory clear in his mind he takes a breath, before resting his hand on the trunk of the tree. It takes some effort to focus hard on that icy numbness that had settled in his body, but once he has it clear in his mind, he speaks.]
Cold.
[It takes a few seconds, but eventually, the temperature does dip around them. It's different from the way Naminé had summoned forth ice; instead of creating a flurry of ice, or crystals of snow, the temperature drops in a way that forebodes tragedy. A chill that settles in the bones and creates a pit in the stomach. The uneasy calm before a storm, the icy pallor of a house of death. It's... not exactly the most pleasant of feelings, but Toge feels the unmistakable feeling of the bark beneath his hand cooling down some.]
[He blinks in surprise, slowly pulling his hand away to look at it. It's strange; instead of a burning in his throat, he feels a strange tingling under his skin. He looks at Naminé, blinking owlishly. Did... did he do it?]
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[He blinks a couple times when the ice dissipates, a shiver going down his spine. He looks between the vanishing crystals and back to Naminé. Slowly, he nods.]
Salmon.
[He thinks he understands... at the very least, enough to give it a try. A memory of cold, huh..? He closes his eyes as he thinks.]
[Cold... there's plenty of times when it got chilly in Japan, but he wonders if those memories would be powerful enough. The one that Naminé had described seemed to be specific and strongly memorable... so maybe he needs something like that? Well, while he was never stuck in a blizzard, there was another time he had felt an icy cold seep into his skin. When he had gone against an overpowering enemy and was defeated. A coldness had clutched his body as he struggled against the darkness of unconscious, trying to will his timid friend to run for his life. Jujutsu sorcerers dance with death on a regular basis, but that was the closest he'd gotten to actually succumbing to it.]
[He tugs down the zipper of his collar and pulls it open, revealing the lower half of his face and revealing the Snake Eyes and Fangs seal on his mouth before turning to look at the tree. With the memory clear in his mind he takes a breath, before resting his hand on the trunk of the tree. It takes some effort to focus hard on that icy numbness that had settled in his body, but once he has it clear in his mind, he speaks.]
Cold.
[It takes a few seconds, but eventually, the temperature does dip around them. It's different from the way Naminé had summoned forth ice; instead of creating a flurry of ice, or crystals of snow, the temperature drops in a way that forebodes tragedy. A chill that settles in the bones and creates a pit in the stomach. The uneasy calm before a storm, the icy pallor of a house of death. It's... not exactly the most pleasant of feelings, but Toge feels the unmistakable feeling of the bark beneath his hand cooling down some.]
[He blinks in surprise, slowly pulling his hand away to look at it. It's strange; instead of a burning in his throat, he feels a strange tingling under his skin. He looks at Naminé, blinking owlishly. Did... did he do it?]