[Well, well. Ryne has done her research, or at least kept up conversations with the botanists beneath their feet and over in the gardens nearer the gate. He has had several chances now to treat himself to a walk about the city, take in the sights of a cobbled-together people who spent a century becoming far more than the sum of their parts. Innovation peeks from every spare corner, in crop arrangement and crafter's workstation and carefully arrayed curtain and shutter.
He does not doubt that more than the vegetables will flourish in the new and star-strewn darkness.
Thancred turns around, using one foot and a little hop to seat himself atop the fence, angled to the side so his back is not exposed to the amaro all the way. Who knows? They might take offense.]
All good news, from the sound of it. [Such a rare occasion is "all good news" that he pauses a moment to savor the truth of it.] How have you been, otherwise?
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He does not doubt that more than the vegetables will flourish in the new and star-strewn darkness.
Thancred turns around, using one foot and a little hop to seat himself atop the fence, angled to the side so his back is not exposed to the amaro all the way. Who knows? They might take offense.]
All good news, from the sound of it. [Such a rare occasion is "all good news" that he pauses a moment to savor the truth of it.] How have you been, otherwise?