What a terrible fate. Magic or no magic, people still could bring cataclysm. But the way Ellen speaks of it, it may have happened long ago, long enough where it was only a fact. Long enough to be able to talk about it in such a place.
But she takes the offered pathway into something else, a lighter subject where happier memories may reside as opposed to a world's gloomy past. Plenty of time for that in the future, when more dour moods might have the opportunity to strike. At least, if those hours at Crane's Ridge ever allow.
"I shouldn't be surprised when you say that, but I still am. The actual moon! That's remarkable."
Her vision of what a moon childhood might be like is entirely incorrect, but no one will be able to tell her differently.
"This place really couldn't be more entirely opposite to where you come from, could it?"
i never hit send on this oh my god
But she takes the offered pathway into something else, a lighter subject where happier memories may reside as opposed to a world's gloomy past. Plenty of time for that in the future, when more dour moods might have the opportunity to strike. At least, if those hours at Crane's Ridge ever allow.
"I shouldn't be surprised when you say that, but I still am. The actual moon! That's remarkable."
Her vision of what a moon childhood might be like is entirely incorrect, but no one will be able to tell her differently.
"This place really couldn't be more entirely opposite to where you come from, could it?"