[It took a little coaxing to get Bran into the astral plane. He was unsure how things would work--how was he supposed to pass basic braining when he couldn't even walk?
But then, someone had helped him in. He was completely distracted from Tsuruya's excitement by the fact that he was standing on two feet, marvelling and silent as he squished his toes in his shoes, flexed his knees, the smile on his face wide enough to crack his cheeks. He doesn't even listen to her after that--letting out a whoop of joy, the eight year old runs for one of the climbing walls, ready to re-participate in one of his favorite things to do in the world before the accident.]
SIX THOUSAND YEARS LATER
But then, someone had helped him in. He was completely distracted from Tsuruya's excitement by the fact that he was standing on two feet, marvelling and silent as he squished his toes in his shoes, flexed his knees, the smile on his face wide enough to crack his cheeks. He doesn't even listen to her after that--letting out a whoop of joy, the eight year old runs for one of the climbing walls, ready to re-participate in one of his favorite things to do in the world before the accident.]