[Somewhere in the midst of this conversation, Krile has managed to finish her food, not that she had a lot before her to begin with.
She wants to answer Alisaie. To discuss the nature of those tensions as much as time and caution will allow, to bemoan how the wrinkles in any struggle of politics are never ironed even when one beats the offending parties over the head with the hot iron itself.
Instead she is doing what she wants to contrive that conversation to avoid: thinking about home. About sitting in the warm and welcoming darkness of the Rising Stones, about walking along the snow-dusted flagstones of Falcon's Nest in the sun, about the whirs and hisses of ancient Allagan machinery seamlessly living again.
Answers she will never find, if they ever could be found at all.
It takes her some time to collect herself enough to look away from the empty distance between herself and that plate.]
How long will the journey to their city-states take?
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She wants to answer Alisaie. To discuss the nature of those tensions as much as time and caution will allow, to bemoan how the wrinkles in any struggle of politics are never ironed even when one beats the offending parties over the head with the hot iron itself.
Instead she is doing what she wants to contrive that conversation to avoid: thinking about home. About sitting in the warm and welcoming darkness of the Rising Stones, about walking along the snow-dusted flagstones of Falcon's Nest in the sun, about the whirs and hisses of ancient Allagan machinery seamlessly living again.
Answers she will never find, if they ever could be found at all.
It takes her some time to collect herself enough to look away from the empty distance between herself and that plate.]
How long will the journey to their city-states take?