[ It’s a shame that they won’t find anything of use, but it’s not a lost cause. Networking, fresh air… he slaps a bug off of his arm with a mildly disapproving frown. Between the two of them, Lucina has the quiet confidence that makes him look a bit dorky.

…I mean he is, but damn. ]

Oh, well, I guess I just want to get a better idea of what’s going on with these… Do they shift and remain unchanged until the next cosmic hiccup slaps another thing down in its place? Are there ones that seem to have a rotation here?

[ He’s very animated in how he goes when in a proper ramble. This feels so similar to parts of the landscape he'd marched through, but so far, infinitely less menacing. For instance, there's proper birdsong when he stops long enough to breathe and just take in the path they're on. Another thought crosses his mind and he pauses to gently poke the bark of a nearby tree with his pencap. ]

Morbid, but what do you think happens if somone is inside one of these pockets when they flicker out?

[ That. That gets a quick jot in the notepad. Nope nope nope. ]