[Dimitri glances sidelong at his new walking companion, ambling through a shared dream like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The trek to the mouth of the cathedral is long and unhurried, the stonework cavernous, cool, and looming like all religious places inlaid with undertones of worship and reverence. He forgets about the rubble behind them, for the rest of the monastery looks quite solid and pristine, if not exactly arranged as it should be.
Which becomes clear the moment they near the sprawling corridor connecting the space — plants hanging from the ceiling, the greenhouse rooted to the top but missing its own roof, allowing clear a view to glimpse the floral and fragrant interior.
To say that it isn’t usually like that is perhaps a too-obvious statement, but Dimitri is nothing but blunt.]
That is not usually there. In fact, it should be outdoors.
[He pauses, inclining his head upwards, but not neglecting what had been just said—]
You wouldn’t like this place very much. It’s filled with students and faculty in reality. [Learning, refining the violent art of warfare, gathering up the knowledge and tools to be thrown out into a fiercely wretched world.] ...Do you live alone?
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Which becomes clear the moment they near the sprawling corridor connecting the space — plants hanging from the ceiling, the greenhouse rooted to the top but missing its own roof, allowing clear a view to glimpse the floral and fragrant interior.
To say that it isn’t usually like that is perhaps a too-obvious statement, but Dimitri is nothing but blunt.]
That is not usually there. In fact, it should be outdoors.
[He pauses, inclining his head upwards, but not neglecting what had been just said—]
You wouldn’t like this place very much. It’s filled with students and faculty in reality. [Learning, refining the violent art of warfare, gathering up the knowledge and tools to be thrown out into a fiercely wretched world.] ...Do you live alone?