Bryn and Kian are floating in a pale light grey nothingness. No sound, no color other than them, no time, and no nothing. Bryn, bored of the bright grey says in a lack of enthusiasm, "This place is getting quite lonesome... No offense to you, Kian." Bryn then says "Did I get what you prefer to be called right?" he says to the deity he has been with. Kian nodded, "Yes."
Bryn looks around and sighs. "These surroundings are too familiar... Do you know anything we can change?" He asked, getting a bit frustrated. His hair catches the brown headed deity.
Bryn's hair is colorful and flowing whereas Kian's hair isn't. Kian then pointed that out. Bryn looks at his own hair "hmm... I haven't noticed it before.." Kian touches Bryn's hair in curiosity.
He can touch and hold the round colors, some of them have an odd sensation of pain, something he has never felt before, and others are a freezing cold, much like where they are now. Kian tells Bryn about the sensation. "It feels so odd." "Like what?" Bryn asked, curiosity taken hold. "Like... the opposite of what we are used to.. it feels so... Uncomfortable." Kian tries to explain.
(Part 1 done! Kian is my character but the dialogue for him here is played by Kelthur_ninja_boi ! See you tomorrow with the second part!)