"Degas?" She asks as she drifts in through double-doors, glancing around like she might be spat out at any moment for her disbelief. Never certain where magic ends and proper Earth-physics begins. "Sorry— I'm not familiar with how these places work."
Tables with tidy offerings of fruit, bread and incense speak of an era long before her's, and for the gazillionth time since her arrival, Ripley feels transported.
She is familiar with a certain species of fluffy mammal, and at the sight of several cats she grins broadly and sits right on the ground. A grey shape meanders toward her.
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"Degas?" She asks as she drifts in through double-doors, glancing around like she might be spat out at any moment for her disbelief. Never certain where magic ends and proper Earth-physics begins. "Sorry— I'm not familiar with how these places work."
Tables with tidy offerings of fruit, bread and incense speak of an era long before her's, and for the gazillionth time since her arrival, Ripley feels transported.
She is familiar with a certain species of fluffy mammal, and at the sight of several cats she grins broadly and sits right on the ground. A grey shape meanders toward her.
"You've got friends."