It pains Connor to even think it - the Brotherhood here has been nothing but understanding after his accident with the Piece of Eden sent him to this place, but it pains him still more to be away from the colonies. Near the homestead, there are at least forests man has not yet clearcut, streams he has not yet dammed up, animals he has not yet hunted to extinction. Here, there is none of that. Factories darken the skies with smoke, working families live in squalor, and only the rats and pigeons can be said to thrive.
And so today finds him on a rooftop overlooking the River Thames, lost in a melancholic state.
Perhaps that is why he does not see Evie on the next roof over.
Admittedly, Connor would be the first to look upon London and find it in some way lacking. For Evie, who had never ceased thinking of her grandmother's small cottage at Llanelli as home, it had taken time to adjust to the bustle and noise of the city.
And it was that sympathetic knowledge, more than anything, that had guided her to where Connor had taken his rest.
"You know," she offers by way of greeting as she pulls herself onto the roof, "I thought it all impossibly large when we first arrived."
Evie's words pull him out of his thoughts, and he offers her the most amiable smile he can manage under the circumstances. "I can see why. I would venture to say it would take a combination of all of the cities in the colonies to equal it in expanse and population."
He clasps his hands together, shifting his gaze to the nearby docks.
"Not quite so large as that," she admits, "though many certainly behave as though London is the very centre of civilization. An opinion not entirely undeserved, I suppose." Particularly when one considered just how vast and sprawling the British Empire actually was.
Propping her chin on her palm, it takes Evie a moment longer before she chooses to respond. "In some ways, perhaps." She knew it well enough that the risk of becoming lost was minimal, save when out at night, and even then she would often simply take to the rooftops. Aleck's modification to their gauntlet had proven to be invaluable, particularly when it came to speedy travel. "However, I doubt it will ever feel quite right in the way that a home should."
A beat. "I understand." He props a boot up on a chimney, resting his arms on his thigh. "It saddens me - to think that this is what the colonies may become. To think this is what they may be." He glances to a nearby smokestack, but does not say anything. Elaboration, he thinks, is not necessary.
"I have reflected enough on my state for one day, I think." He takes his boot off the chimney, turning to face Evie now. "I admit to a sort of curiosity regarding your city and its attractions. Would you be so kind as to show me around?"
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Date: 2016-01-03 09:57 pm (UTC)It pains Connor to even think it - the Brotherhood here has been nothing but understanding after his accident with the Piece of Eden sent him to this place, but it pains him still more to be away from the colonies. Near the homestead, there are at least forests man has not yet clearcut, streams he has not yet dammed up, animals he has not yet hunted to extinction. Here, there is none of that. Factories darken the skies with smoke, working families live in squalor, and only the rats and pigeons can be said to thrive.
And so today finds him on a rooftop overlooking the River Thames, lost in a melancholic state.
Perhaps that is why he does not see Evie on the next roof over.
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Date: 2016-01-03 11:23 pm (UTC)And it was that sympathetic knowledge, more than anything, that had guided her to where Connor had taken his rest.
"You know," she offers by way of greeting as she pulls herself onto the roof, "I thought it all impossibly large when we first arrived."
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Date: 2016-01-04 12:26 am (UTC)He clasps his hands together, shifting his gaze to the nearby docks.
"You have since acclimated? To the city."
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Date: 2016-01-17 01:12 pm (UTC)Propping her chin on her palm, it takes Evie a moment longer before she chooses to respond. "In some ways, perhaps." She knew it well enough that the risk of becoming lost was minimal, save when out at night, and even then she would often simply take to the rooftops. Aleck's modification to their gauntlet had proven to be invaluable, particularly when it came to speedy travel. "However, I doubt it will ever feel quite right in the way that a home should."
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Date: 2016-01-20 08:41 am (UTC)"I understand."
He props a boot up on a chimney, resting his arms on his thigh.
"It saddens me - to think that this is what the colonies may become. To think this is what they may be."
He glances to a nearby smokestack, but does not say anything. Elaboration, he thinks, is not necessary.
"I have reflected enough on my state for one day, I think." He takes his boot off the chimney, turning to face Evie now. "I admit to a sort of curiosity regarding your city and its attractions. Would you be so kind as to show me around?"