As Marian let the arrows slide between her fingers, through the bow that was after so many years just an extension of her being, she couldn't help feeling restless. Her great love of Ingress not withstanding, she was beholden to whatever teacher the little girl had run off to have her next class with. The arrows landed with a hard thwack sound each
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She looks very much engrossed in her practice, so he walks to her other side, giving her plenty of space.
"I'm just out for a bit of crisp air. Don't mind me."
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"You are done with your business for the day?"
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He stops, hands in pockets. "You know, we think this courtyard is from the 18th century. It must have ceased existing in the Topside during a very good year. The weather is nearly always exceptionally fine."
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"Do the places always maintain the atmosphere from the time they came from, more than simply the look and things which were inside them at the time?"
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