[ Not for the first time in Ian's company, Nate glances skyward in a silent plea that whatever gods exist here either strike him dead on the spot or make this a little easier for him, though the performance piece is interrupted by a companionable nudge to his arm. Nate, ever the easily-handled, softens immediately and keeps his wry comments behind his teeth as he follows step for step.
The narrow tunnels open up into something that looks like the courtyard of a cloister, narrow colonnades with buttresses he'd swear were at least Gothic, and a very old, very intact tree. A few hundreds years at least, he thinks, gravitating toward it immediately, his previous shame largely forgotten. Maybe it wasn't around during their time, but it's closer than anything else in this world.
His implant picks up the signage signal and gives him approximations about its history, but it's a tree, for Chrissakes. Hard to date without cutting it down and killing it in the process.
Too tactile for his own good Nate reaches out and rests his palm on the bark, knobby and gnarled. That same bright spark of interest swells in him again. ]
Okay. [ He says breathlessly, lightly. ] I forgive you for mocking my inability to walk through doors.
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The narrow tunnels open up into something that looks like the courtyard of a cloister, narrow colonnades with buttresses he'd swear were at least Gothic, and a very old, very intact tree. A few hundreds years at least, he thinks, gravitating toward it immediately, his previous shame largely forgotten. Maybe it wasn't around during their time, but it's closer than anything else in this world.
His implant picks up the signage signal and gives him approximations about its history, but it's a tree, for Chrissakes. Hard to date without cutting it down and killing it in the process.
Too tactile for his own good Nate reaches out and rests his palm on the bark, knobby and gnarled. That same bright spark of interest swells in him again. ]
Okay. [ He says breathlessly, lightly. ] I forgive you for mocking my inability to walk through doors.