How beautiful it must have been, the desert where you lived. I think, perhaps, that only the crystalline forest of Macalania could compare in beauty to a sea of rainbow sands.
[That they should be climatically opposed is as interesting to Seymour as it is amusing, particularly with both their homes having bordered realms of death: a barren desert and the Farplane.]
I'm terribly sorry to hear it is no more. [The distance between their chairs and the tablet in Kanaya's lap prevents him from leaning closer to place a reassuring hand upon hers, so instead he politely bows his head as if to offer up a silent prayer for those she lost. What a good Maester.] How is it you have come to adjust to the climate of this world, then? Is it a struggle, or have you found some way to make up the difference?
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[That they should be climatically opposed is as interesting to Seymour as it is amusing, particularly with both their homes having bordered realms of death: a barren desert and the Farplane.]
I'm terribly sorry to hear it is no more. [The distance between their chairs and the tablet in Kanaya's lap prevents him from leaning closer to place a reassuring hand upon hers, so instead he politely bows his head as if to offer up a silent prayer for those she lost. What a good Maester.] How is it you have come to adjust to the climate of this world, then? Is it a struggle, or have you found some way to make up the difference?