Jesper leans over the map when it is made in front of him. They had a conversation about the size of her world before, but never with a visual aid, so it's very exciting and intriguing. It does seem very, very large. And this is just her country. It feels so much bigger than that. He wonders what the population is like, their areas probably couldn't compare. The way life is, it can't get the same huge numbers.
"Fifteen hundred miles," he echoes. You would think on a map it would seem smaller in scale, but it doesn't. He wonders if he would like it there. Probably, if he came like this, wide-eyed and fascinated, new to all the things that seem simple. But if he was born there, probably not. If he went through what Julie did, definitely not. This place is a harbor. Smaller, maybe, and very complicated in itself, but a place where lost souls were thrown together.
"I can't think that big. This is mine." Instead of a map though, because it would be small in comparison and not give the details, Jesper makes his own little screen. And after a map of sorts it's as if they're watching the trailer of a movie. Water, ships, bridges, towers, clocktowers and long streets of shops, but it's all in darkness. The way he sees it, when they come alive. It is almost like they are running through the streets lined with stone and the high sweeping archaic but beautiful buildings. From the poor workman districts to the beautiful and classic, it still has a life about it, no matter what time. Lights everywhere, glowing in the dark. Sweeping past the Crow Club and the noise and laughter from within, to the fighting pits, and back to a sight from the rooftops. It is so clear in his mind and thus in front of them, and looking at it, he does feels ad, just a little. Maybe he misses it slightly more than he thinks. It is definitely smaller in scale, packed into tall buildings and skinny roads, but very alive.
"I'd show you the farm I grew up on, but it's boring. You see one, you see them all." Jesper used to be embarrassed to admit he grew up on one, it didn't fit his persona or reputation well, but now he thinks it's rather funny and embraces it. So what if he is. He came to Ketterdam and made something of himself. Just not the something his father wanted.
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"Fifteen hundred miles," he echoes. You would think on a map it would seem smaller in scale, but it doesn't. He wonders if he would like it there. Probably, if he came like this, wide-eyed and fascinated, new to all the things that seem simple. But if he was born there, probably not. If he went through what Julie did, definitely not. This place is a harbor. Smaller, maybe, and very complicated in itself, but a place where lost souls were thrown together.
"I can't think that big. This is mine." Instead of a map though, because it would be small in comparison and not give the details, Jesper makes his own little screen. And after a map of sorts it's as if they're watching the trailer of a movie. Water, ships, bridges, towers, clocktowers and long streets of shops, but it's all in darkness. The way he sees it, when they come alive. It is almost like they are running through the streets lined with stone and the high sweeping archaic but beautiful buildings. From the poor workman districts to the beautiful and classic, it still has a life about it, no matter what time. Lights everywhere, glowing in the dark. Sweeping past the Crow Club and the noise and laughter from within, to the fighting pits, and back to a sight from the rooftops. It is so clear in his mind and thus in front of them, and looking at it, he does feels ad, just a little. Maybe he misses it slightly more than he thinks. It is definitely smaller in scale, packed into tall buildings and skinny roads, but very alive.
"I'd show you the farm I grew up on, but it's boring. You see one, you see them all." Jesper used to be embarrassed to admit he grew up on one, it didn't fit his persona or reputation well, but now he thinks it's rather funny and embraces it. So what if he is. He came to Ketterdam and made something of himself. Just not the something his father wanted.