[ He can appreciate the beauty in architecture, but so rarely does he have time to sit back or stand to admire it. A building is a building. Its design mattered little to him so much as what purpose it served. And in his mind, they were all so impermanent like so many other things in his life. It was the people that moved within them, lived and existed within them that brought it to life that mattered to him.
But maybe there were those that could capture that feeling in the form of wood, brick and stone. Maybe Antoni Gaudi had been one of them and that was why Annabeth admired him so much. He can only speculate however.
Her answer is met with a quiet nod of understanding and a held look. Reading into the topic of whether or not a magicked bantha could stay or if they were talking about something else isn't something he particularly wants to dwell on - even if the answer would still likely be the same. ]
Then he'll stay. [ His gaze lingers for a beat longer before moving back to Antoni. ] He might get lonely after a while though. They're pack animals.
[ Now they're definitely just talking about the bantha. ]
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But maybe there were those that could capture that feeling in the form of wood, brick and stone. Maybe Antoni Gaudi had been one of them and that was why Annabeth admired him so much. He can only speculate however.
Her answer is met with a quiet nod of understanding and a held look. Reading into the topic of whether or not a magicked bantha could stay or if they were talking about something else isn't something he particularly wants to dwell on - even if the answer would still likely be the same. ]
Then he'll stay. [ His gaze lingers for a beat longer before moving back to Antoni. ] He might get lonely after a while though. They're pack animals.
[ Now they're definitely just talking about the bantha. ]