Feb 02, 2010 20:43
At one time, perhaps, long and long ago, Atlantis held plants in addition to people and machinery. If so, little of that now remains except in empty containers and (according to Rodney) an extensive (and unreliable) plumbing system.
Teyla cannot deny the city’s beauty, but it rings hollow and empty and dead in comparison to the forests of the mainland and Athos and the dimly-remembered fields of her childhood. She will never, she thinks, be able to call such a place home; home means green things, growing things, people both old and new, and the solid ground beneath her feet.
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