Morgana smiles back with the semi-smile she uses when trying not to feel too enthusiastic about something. "I should hope so," she replies with equal flippancy.
She's back to feeling comfortable with the slight temperature difference between them.
She looks up at the sound of thunder. "Is the rain here purple?" It's as much out of curiosity as it is trying to distinguish if the sounds are real.
They make their way back through the street to the steam, which flickers in front of her, and she squints a little, in an automatic response.
"That building is real, is it not?" She's indicating a small, almost shed sized metal building, whose style is jarring with the rest of the architecture.
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She's back to feeling comfortable with the slight temperature difference between them.
She looks up at the sound of thunder. "Is the rain here purple?" It's as much out of curiosity as it is trying to distinguish if the sounds are real.
They make their way back through the street to the steam, which flickers in front of her, and she squints a little, in an automatic response.
"That building is real, is it not?" She's indicating a small, almost shed sized metal building, whose style is jarring with the rest of the architecture.