Sabine asks it as she takes slow steps around the edge of the case, two fingers tips tracing where the planes of glass meet. As much as she's studying the art, she's starting a study of this place that several before her have undoubtedly trod. Half of her can appreciate the appearance of time, skill, effort, age, and upkeep of these things, but the rest of her finds it a not entirely enthralling distraction—a well-cloven divide.
Or, more apt, a move she doesn't entirely understand about a world she doesn't either.
"There always seems far more hearsay in most of the answers to questions about the past—" Or any part of the inner working. "—around here."
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Sabine asks it as she takes slow steps around the edge of the case, two fingers tips tracing where the planes of glass meet. As much as she's studying the art, she's starting a study of this place that several before her have undoubtedly trod. Half of her can appreciate the appearance of time, skill, effort, age, and upkeep of these things, but the rest of her finds it a not entirely enthralling distraction—a well-cloven divide.
Or, more apt, a move she doesn't entirely understand about a world she doesn't either.
"There always seems far more hearsay in most of the answers to questions about the past—" Or any part of the inner working. "—around here."