[ Her head tipped upward, to breathe and drink in the grandeur of the Massassi temple, the truly staggeringly ancient walls, the filter of light through the holes in the stone. She can smell jungle outside, heat and life so different than the dry heat she is used to. Her lips part into a small 'o' as she turned around, and around, looking at all of it, trying to take in every detail.
She must, if she wants to make sense of it all.
Though her head snapped toward the sound of a voice, and her eyes narrowed. ]
What is that --?
[ And why, for some strange reason, did the... machinery, something about it seem familiar? Not the same, but the design of it struck a memory of her own, though she did not voice it. ]
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She must, if she wants to make sense of it all.
Though her head snapped toward the sound of a voice, and her eyes narrowed. ]
What is that --?
[ And why, for some strange reason, did the... machinery, something about it seem familiar? Not the same, but the design of it struck a memory of her own, though she did not voice it. ]