[ true to his word, kaveh makes it across town in a span of time that can be described as 'soon', though that has less to do with his alacrity and more to do with the size of the city proper. sumeru city had been a wending maze of tree canopy and forest roots, made strong and tall from the drip-feeding of the bounty of dendro. it had been a world unto itself. you couldn't get anywhere in the city in fifteen minutes' time because it took you that long to figure out which of the root systems got you to where and why.
but the city there is a linear path paved with the straight lines of a place not designed for side-trips. kaveh misses it, the little nooks and crannies that harboured fascinating little street stalls selling deshretian-era vases and little star-sprinkled candies that popped on your tongue. the clamour of the shopkeeping aunties and uncles as they called out their wares and gossiped about the local youth. the little balconies along the descending path where you could see the city and the land it inhabits out for kilometres on end.
robby's apartment building is situated near the proposed location of the diner. they say you ought to live close to where you work; kaveh thinks of alhaitham and his home tucked away in the shadow of the akademiya as he navigates his way to room 8. shouldering two totes in his scarf and jacket the colour of a ripe lemon and with pockets the size of small breadboxes, he gives the door a brisk knock, and settles back on his heels to wait. ]
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[ true to his word, kaveh makes it across town in a span of time that can be described as 'soon', though that has less to do with his alacrity and more to do with the size of the city proper. sumeru city had been a wending maze of tree canopy and forest roots, made strong and tall from the drip-feeding of the bounty of dendro. it had been a world unto itself. you couldn't get anywhere in the city in fifteen minutes' time because it took you that long to figure out which of the root systems got you to where and why.
but the city there is a linear path paved with the straight lines of a place not designed for side-trips. kaveh misses it, the little nooks and crannies that harboured fascinating little street stalls selling deshretian-era vases and little star-sprinkled candies that popped on your tongue. the clamour of the shopkeeping aunties and uncles as they called out their wares and gossiped about the local youth. the little balconies along the descending path where you could see the city and the land it inhabits out for kilometres on end.
robby's apartment building is situated near the proposed location of the diner. they say you ought to live close to where you work; kaveh thinks of alhaitham and his home tucked away in the shadow of the akademiya as he navigates his way to room 8. shouldering two totes in his scarf and jacket the colour of a ripe lemon and with pockets the size of small breadboxes, he gives the door a brisk knock, and settles back on his heels to wait. ]