[It's not so dreadfully cold on the morning of their departure. Enough so that Rosamund feels solid about doing more exploring. She let herself off easy this week, feeling glum and chilly and none too enthused about carrying on work for this ship, but now that their time here is ending she'd like to at least poke around a little.
So she snags a free ELD and kidnaps Sidon, who'd felt similarly about the weather, cavorting off to the old village. There's something nostalgic about ruins, no matter what kind or where you are. She disembarks, breathing in the fresh air.]
[ he's gotten better at bundling up at least, though he's very eager to not have to wear a bunch of warming pads and stuff. this planet's weather sucks. however... ]
It is. [ he pats the (large) elc he's on. ] The forests are lovely. If you're lucky—you might see waves of color in the sky. Apparently they have revered them for ages.
[ it's pretty, in the way that the arctic north is. ]
I still wouldn't want to live here, but our hosts have made a home of it.
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So she snags a free ELD and kidnaps Sidon, who'd felt similarly about the weather, cavorting off to the old village. There's something nostalgic about ruins, no matter what kind or where you are. She disembarks, breathing in the fresh air.]
It's beautiful. I can see why they settled here.
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It is. [ he pats the (large) elc he's on. ] The forests are lovely. If you're lucky—you might see waves of color in the sky. Apparently they have revered them for ages.
[ it's pretty, in the way that the arctic north is. ]
I still wouldn't want to live here, but our hosts have made a home of it.