( athénaïs is, quite frankly, beginning to feel all of a bit provincial— she's rolling the unexpected opal in her hand, not yet doing anything with it but fidget restlessly, taking in the scattered clouds and high rising, gleaming buildings. it is busy and bright and she isn't regretting it, exactly, but she has made a bold choice for a creature of the underdark, seeing as she is half fucking blind and the first thing she's going to need to find from a market-place is something to do about that.
problems and solutions for another time. there's a hand and a voice and— )
And time travel, then, on top of everything else?
( is not a yes or a no, exactly, so much as a: well, that might as well happen, I suppose, in answer. it's not immediately obvious whether or not she's actually recognised him; it is abundantly clear that she's having trouble seeing clearly in the bright shine of daylight in the fucking sky. )
the city in the clouds.
problems and solutions for another time. there's a hand and a voice and— )
And time travel, then, on top of everything else?
( is not a yes or a no, exactly, so much as a: well, that might as well happen, I suppose, in answer. it's not immediately obvious whether or not she's actually recognised him; it is abundantly clear that she's having trouble seeing clearly in the bright shine of daylight in the fucking sky. )