( Folding her legs underneath her, Kate dips a flask into the water and holds it steady as it fills, letting her attention drift over to Ignis as he talks. What this place used to be like - it's not as though she's never wondered, but often the thoughts only come when there's little else to do. When she's not preoccupied with the here and now and the potential for getting them all out of this alive.
And they've always came when Hadriel was just an underground city, an isolated thing separate from anything else. This place is a world, a planet. Filled with all sorts of cities and likely, beings. Little things make sense, like the stained glass fronts of shops as the light filters through. )
What d'ya imagine?
( She tilts her head as she pulls the flask out of the water, fixing the lid and shaking droplets off the exterior. )
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And they've always came when Hadriel was just an underground city, an isolated thing separate from anything else. This place is a world, a planet. Filled with all sorts of cities and likely, beings. Little things make sense, like the stained glass fronts of shops as the light filters through. )
What d'ya imagine?
( She tilts her head as she pulls the flask out of the water, fixing the lid and shaking droplets off the exterior. )