[ it's hollow, though. alina's gaze drops at our little group and never quite lifts back up. she rubs at some invisible spot on her palm, a nervous habit that never went away when the scar did. she can't tell the truth: that not everyone in their little group can be considered comfort, either. it would be too easy to narrow down.
and she's evidently got no way out, yet. ]
I don't think it's gilded. Their palace. Sort of waterlogged, actually. Though I suppose that works for them. I got one to show me a photograph.
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[ it's hollow, though. alina's gaze drops at our little group and never quite lifts back up. she rubs at some invisible spot on her palm, a nervous habit that never went away when the scar did. she can't tell the truth: that not everyone in their little group can be considered comfort, either. it would be too easy to narrow down.
and she's evidently got no way out, yet. ]
I don't think it's gilded. Their palace. Sort of waterlogged, actually. Though I suppose that works for them. I got one to show me a photograph.