He knew he could go to space...to go to Miyamoto - whatever the ******** that was. He knew it was something, some sort of star or planet but he hadn’t ever cared enough to look into it. He knew it was up there though and he knew he could visit. As much as he disliked this whole senshi nonsense, something he was planning on rectifying, he was certain he wouldn’t be able to see what the night sky and space looked like from a completely different place than Earth. He wanted the view - that was it. He wanted to see what he’d see from there...would it be the same?

That was the only real reason he had for this, as he certainly didn’t care about owning some bit of space. At least that’s how it all sounded to him - owning a bit of space. It was named Miyamoto and he was the senshi Miyamoto and it was his star or whatever it was. So he owned it...right? Yeah, he didn’t like the idea of ruling over or owning something like that...and whoever or whatever had once lived there.

He knew he didn’t know as much as most senshi, he knew he was lacking a lot in this department, but he knew how it sounded to him and he knew the bad taste in his mouth it gave him. That was what mattered and that was why he didn’t want this place...why he was willing to leave it behind and take the path he was planning to take - a darker path.

But first space.

Focusing and trying to search for a feeling like the cat had described, so ******** long ago, was no easy task. Maybe it knew what he was planning and was trying to hide from him? As if it had some sort of personality or sentience? He didn’t know if it was possible but he figured with magic anything might be, he wasn’t the wisest when it came to magic, but he wouldn’t be surprised if that was why it was so damn hard.

When he did feel something he focused on that, and held onto that feeling as tight as he could, before opening his eyes as he felt a drip here and a drop there hit his face. “The ********…” Oh...drizzle. Well at least it wasn’t pouring rain and he wasn’t going to wind up a drowned rat.

Green grass under his feet and trees around him, though not a forest or anything, they were placed where they were with a purpose. Turning around he nodded in understanding...a home of sorts. Old fashioned certainly but it felt like it was important and approaching the front door he pushed it open with ease, ducking as he entered into the building. If only to escape the rain, never mind the home felt like it was calling to him, he took shelter inside the place. Being mindful of the holes in the wooden floor of the entrance room Miyamoto made his way around the large room. In the center was some sort of frozen fountain, the water in the basin was frozen and on top of that frozen water were frosty flowers.

It wasn’t cold enough though so he figured it was magic doing this. It was rather pretty but not enough to keep him on this side of the war that was for certain. Even still he sat himself on the edge of the fountain, being gentle and slow in his movements, and twisting at the mid section Miyamoto reached towards one of the frost encrusted flowers.

To his utter surprise, because he still wasn’t the most familiar with magic, the frost from the flower seemed to slowly leave the flower and travel up to his own finger tips. Slowly it crept over his skin, leaving his skin covered in goosebumps in its wake, before the frost seemed to settle on the ground about his feet. Above the ground hung a chill in the air and first as well - you could see it.

That was certainly interesting but so was the fact the flower he’d touched was no longer covered in ice but it was now withering before his eyes as if it had been kept from aging and dying till now - till he’d touched it and taken from it what kept it alive...the frost and the cold. It was now his? He had taken the magic from it and made it his own. At least that’s how he thought about it as he sat there watching the flower turn brittle before it just fell apart and lay there in bits and pieces on the ice filled basin.