[ 002: The Forest ]

[trojansister]

[ Don't mind Elraine. She's standing, hood back, with the staff she picked up as a walking aide, and is temporarily awestruck on the hill. ]

I don't think I've ever seen this many trees turning color! Or maybe I have. I don't remember the last time I even noticed the colors of the leaves.

Comments

[crossedassassin]

Seasonal.

[trojansister]

The changing of color?

[crossedassassin]

Seasonal. Or unnatural. This is all artificial after all.

[trojansister]

Like the other compartments of this ship. Everything's man-made. Still pretty, either way.

[crossedassassin]

Hm.

[trojansister]

You don't agree?

[ She's back to admiring what's before her, not really expecting an answer. Conversation with strangers isn't her forte. ]

[crossedassassin]

If you want aesthetics, Fenris is the person to talk to.

[trojansister]

What does Loki talk about?

[crossedassassin]

Nothing others should know.

[trojansister]

Oh. [ She seems to think that over, back to examining the landscape. ] What does Loki listen to?

[crossedassassin]

My surroundings.

[trojansister]

[ She nods, but doesn't say anything more. Some of the guards and Sisters were like that - either preferring silence or always on the alert. ]

[crossedassassin]

[He thinks the conversation is done- he'll be taking his leave now.]