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“Is that so?” A sparkling electrical engineer, it seems. What a curious thing. “The feeling is very mutual. Everything here possess a certain enclosed air to it, regardless of how open the skies may seem.” Which is one of the very few negatives he’s come to ascertain during his stay ( aside from, say, the random events that happen once a month and the existential horror that comes from it ). “There are some rare areas where you can see them almost perfectly, however.” Quite rare, perhaps, but worth it.
Through that, their talk of stars segues into the equally interesting topic of cities, and perhaps that of time. ( And Olympus, though the meaning of that word seems to differ for the two of them. ) “Yes, you’re quite right. They’re almost perfect replicas of that era of architecture. Well, this sector is, at least. It’s rather homely, in its own way.”
“But, if I may. This is your first time encountering such a city, Miss Natalie?”
Rare areas? Curiosity regarding their whereabouts illuminates her eyes in silent question, hoping that he’d detect the slight dilation in her pupils and read her mind. However friendly she may be, there is still... an instinctual hesitation that arises at the thought of furthering relations here, something akin to fear that she quite dislikes. It reminds her too much of the fragility she once felt when she was alone; how it made her turn strangers into emotional anchors as a result.
“Oui, it is. I am, something of what you may call, a country girl? Non, that is not right. The lands I grew up in... the territories are recovering from a war fought not long before I was un petit bébé. Familiar sights to me are open areas filled with dirt and many mysterious installations. Haunted! Possibly by militant soldiers.” She has seen them before, after all! Ghosts, that is.
“If I were to judge a book by its cover, you would be something like the princes I read about in fairy tales. Accustomed to castles more than cities! ...Are you?”
















