I suppose I don't have much right, complaining about impossible things.
[ she pulls her towel off the rack and winds it around herself, walking back towards the benches where she had left her clothes. the black and gold kefta waits there for her, like a dead rat that she can't work up the courage to dispose of. ]
If it was real, what about the lake? [ she removes her towel to start drying off with greater focus. if it weren't already obvious from the time in the communal showers, she's got little in the way of hang-ups on modesty. she's had too many attendants try too diligently to bathe her since coming to the little palace. ] Do you think it's on this planet, or somewhere else?
[ she wants to sit down over her sketchbook and scribble down notes, questions. create some kind of tally and start really digging into theories that might make it make sense. ]
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[ she pulls her towel off the rack and winds it around herself, walking back towards the benches where she had left her clothes. the black and gold kefta waits there for her, like a dead rat that she can't work up the courage to dispose of. ]
If it was real, what about the lake? [ she removes her towel to start drying off with greater focus. if it weren't already obvious from the time in the communal showers, she's got little in the way of hang-ups on modesty. she's had too many attendants try too diligently to bathe her since coming to the little palace. ] Do you think it's on this planet, or somewhere else?
[ she wants to sit down over her sketchbook and scribble down notes, questions. create some kind of tally and start really digging into theories that might make it make sense. ]