[say]"Gondola?"[/say] Isla repeats. [say]"Is that a sort of animal?"[/say] She can't help getting it wrong - Bastien describes it so romantically that the practicalities of it actually being a boat are missed on her. Still, given that he has only mentioned the dreamlike elements of the city, that's exactly what Isla sees in her mind's eye; trickling canals, great, sweeping creatures (gondolas) drifting through them, lamplights and cobblestones and bright fixtures.
No gods at all sounds quite similar to Northaven but also not - there had been rumour of some "goddess" beyond the Wall, but she'd not been there long enough to make anything of it. [say]"I can't help but think it was just as chaotic. People can create problems themselves, with or without gods,"[/say] she murmurs, smiling to herself as he stretches and flexes, as well as turning for her so she might look more closely.
Almost kneeling now, so she can gaze properly at the musculature of his legs, she flashes a fanged grin up at Bastien. [say]"It lets me see the world in heatmaps, and I can see through things. So right now I can see your bones."[/say]
No gods at all sounds quite similar to Northaven but also not - there had been rumour of some "goddess" beyond the Wall, but she'd not been there long enough to make anything of it. [say]"I can't help but think it was just as chaotic. People can create problems themselves, with or without gods,"[/say] she murmurs, smiling to herself as he stretches and flexes, as well as turning for her so she might look more closely.
Almost kneeling now, so she can gaze properly at the musculature of his legs, she flashes a fanged grin up at Bastien. [say]"It lets me see the world in heatmaps, and I can see through things. So right now I can see your bones."[/say]
