( He doesn't even say her name the same; no familiarity behind it, no affection to the tone. She isn't sure what's worse; a Nero who doesn't remember, or never seeing him again at all. It's up in the air for the time being, even if she is glad to see him again. )
Lucky for you, explanations of this place are my specialty. ( After six months and multiple new groups coming in, it isn't all that weird to have to give a run-down these days.
Turning, she begins walking in the opposite direction from all the revelry, leading him to a district of workshops that are mostly closed in order for its occupants to enjoy the event in the square. No longer needing to shout, she finally speaks again. )
As crazy as this sounds, this isn't the first time you've been here. In Fellden, I mean. ( Clary glances over him, taking in the sight of him before her eyes land on his arm with a furrowed brow. ) Your arm... ( It's not his prosthetic, unusual in itself. ) Wait, how old are you? ( He looks younger, but. )
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Lucky for you, explanations of this place are my specialty. ( After six months and multiple new groups coming in, it isn't all that weird to have to give a run-down these days.
Turning, she begins walking in the opposite direction from all the revelry, leading him to a district of workshops that are mostly closed in order for its occupants to enjoy the event in the square. No longer needing to shout, she finally speaks again. )
As crazy as this sounds, this isn't the first time you've been here. In Fellden, I mean. ( Clary glances over him, taking in the sight of him before her eyes land on his arm with a furrowed brow. ) Your arm... ( It's not his prosthetic, unusual in itself. ) Wait, how old are you? ( He looks younger, but. )