[At last. Peaceful, mostly sunny. No sign of the moon, or masks, or costumes.
...And Nephry is moving through the plaza at the pace and with the general stiff gait of an old woman.
Fitting, she thinks.
Near the fountain she sits on a bench, opening the journal on her lap. She's never been one to make announcements too personal, or to call unnecessary
(
Read more... )
Comments 407
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
Reply
Reply
Where are you right now?
Reply
Reply
I like the snow quite a bit. Winter is a favorite season of mine.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
[There's a pause as she considers how to actually answer the question.]
It's very difficult to pick between a winter wonderland and a tropical paradise. Both are enjoyable for their own reasons.
Reply
I agree, about the trees. There's nothing quite like that kind of stillness, is there?
Reply
I think there's very little that could compare to that sort of setting. What's more, if it starts to snow whilst you're surrounded by so many white-washed trees, then you have an image off of a Christmas card right there!
Reply
[Heat is not wonderful. Heat is hot. Stifling, choking.]
Reply
Reply
Reply
[ She sounds rather surprised. Of course she knows that on the North and South pole it snows a lot too, but to actually hear that from someone.. ]
Don't you get cold?
Reply
[Also her year in her home is 760-ish days long.]
May I presume it doesn't work that way for you?
Reply
Leave a comment