we're always running scared but holding knives
Good idea, Isla says, and though she doesn't glance around at the Wraith, she does head back out of the Trinity Temple after saying her own prayers (to the Voice, of course). Once outside again, she moves to linger and look at some of the architecture and some ice sculptures that someone has made, on the Prince's arm and looking for all intents and purposes as just another tourist.
Wessex manages to get the attention of a gruff merchant on his way towards the Pacifist Plaza, and he grumbles as the gears of his thoughts try to turn. "Reckon s'all pretty old, ma'am," he says, unhelpfully. "Would've said the Tower but it's gone now. Dunno when it was all built though, sorry. Yer grandson's got a sense of humour though, eh?" And off he goes.
Perhaps we should just keep looking? Isla suggests, hiding her smile, as she has of course been within earshot of this conversation. Nodding towards the pathway out and around the Temple, she and the Prince begin their leisurely advance. Still plenty of city to look at, luckily.
~FIN
Wessex manages to get the attention of a gruff merchant on his way towards the Pacifist Plaza, and he grumbles as the gears of his thoughts try to turn. "Reckon s'all pretty old, ma'am," he says, unhelpfully. "Would've said the Tower but it's gone now. Dunno when it was all built though, sorry. Yer grandson's got a sense of humour though, eh?" And off he goes.
Perhaps we should just keep looking? Isla suggests, hiding her smile, as she has of course been within earshot of this conversation. Nodding towards the pathway out and around the Temple, she and the Prince begin their leisurely advance. Still plenty of city to look at, luckily.
~FIN
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