"She literally is the catalogue. She's also a little girl. It's strange, I know, but you get used to it after awhile."
He's taking this all rather well, she thinks, only a large part of her wishes they were still tucked up at that table, just the two of them.
No matter. She promised him a cloud forest.
She starts in the middle of the table, searching through a stack of books. "Let's see, where did I -- ah yes! Here it is." She pulls out what appears to be an encyclopaedic volume, bound in faded green leather. She turns and sets it on a ledge on the wall and steps back to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
"This part never gets old."
The book stretches down and out, morphing into an archway. Beyond the arch, he can see a walkway stretching away into the mist, a great green bower stretched over head. A warm breath of air reaches his skin and he can smell the forest.
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He's taking this all rather well, she thinks, only a large part of her wishes they were still tucked up at that table, just the two of them.
No matter. She promised him a cloud forest.
She starts in the middle of the table, searching through a stack of books. "Let's see, where did I -- ah yes! Here it is." She pulls out what appears to be an encyclopaedic volume, bound in faded green leather. She turns and sets it on a ledge on the wall and steps back to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
"This part never gets old."
The book stretches down and out, morphing into an archway. Beyond the arch, he can see a walkway stretching away into the mist, a great green bower stretched over head. A warm breath of air reaches his skin and he can smell the forest.