As they reached the prayer tree, Wufei lifted one arm to feel the air himself. It swirled around his arm for a second and he wondered if he imagined the slight, teasing pull against him. It almost felt as if the wind tried to drag his arm toward Isamu. He felt heat rise in his cheeks, but didn't duck his head away to hide it either. "It's beautiful," he whispered, finally letting his hand fall to his side, only mere inches away from Isamu's hand. "It makes me wonder if the gods have plans for us and just what sort of plans they are. From this very tree, it started..." His voice came out in the faintest of whispers, as if he might ruin the sanctity here if he raised his voice. But it was more than that. He felt his heart beating quicker, on fire by some unknown magic. Anxious, afraid, excited. He felt all these things at once. Just what did they mean though? What did this god want from them?