( ooc: Perfect! I will keep try to avoid anything RoW-related! ♥ )
The moment he speaks of darkness, she goes cold. The Fold is gone. Everything to do with it is gone. But it had existed before she was born, and it had lived a long, pulsing life long before Alina had finally destroyed it.
Is he speaking of the Fold? No, he couldn't be. The sky here looks like the sky back home, even if the air is slightly different. Zoya hasn't had time to peer out the window to compare constellations (such a fanciful notion belongs to Nikolai), but she knows within her bones that the sky looks as she knows it to be. He doesn't speak of the Fold. A part of her is both grateful and envious that he'll never know of its horrors.
She steps inside, not particularly one for etiquette, but she doesn't wish to be rude if she can help it. She glances around the room; if he's thinking of taking to it, he's made no move to do so yet. Manners and all.
"I know a few constellations," she answers. Liliyana used to point them out when they travelled on foot to Os Alta. She ignores the clench in her chest when she thinks of her aunt and what she would make of this strange place. "I always liked the Phoenix constellation. It'd be difficult to see from a window. You need an obstructed view and the earth at your back."
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The moment he speaks of darkness, she goes cold. The Fold is gone. Everything to do with it is gone. But it had existed before she was born, and it had lived a long, pulsing life long before Alina had finally destroyed it.
Is he speaking of the Fold? No, he couldn't be. The sky here looks like the sky back home, even if the air is slightly different. Zoya hasn't had time to peer out the window to compare constellations (such a fanciful notion belongs to Nikolai), but she knows within her bones that the sky looks as she knows it to be. He doesn't speak of the Fold. A part of her is both grateful and envious that he'll never know of its horrors.
She steps inside, not particularly one for etiquette, but she doesn't wish to be rude if she can help it. She glances around the room; if he's thinking of taking to it, he's made no move to do so yet. Manners and all.
"I know a few constellations," she answers. Liliyana used to point them out when they travelled on foot to Os Alta. She ignores the clench in her chest when she thinks of her aunt and what she would make of this strange place. "I always liked the Phoenix constellation. It'd be difficult to see from a window. You need an obstructed view and the earth at your back."