[ his fingers in hers are an instant comfort, and alisaie smiles warmly, threading her own through his in kind, and climbing to her feet at last. ]

Well, it wasn't a city.. not anymore, at least. Ruins, now.

[ or, they were. now they're nothing. ]

It was a Nymian city, an old civilization of scholars. By heavily aspecting wind crystals, and de-aspecting earth ones, parts of the city were able to float. That is the theory, at least. Even in ruins it was.. beautiful. Maybe -

[ she hadn't looked at every photo, and the machines had spit out so many; alisaie tugs the photos out of her jacket again to rifle through them, and - ah! ]

Here. This.