[ Isabel stills herself as she listens. These are sounds from a landscape far more urban than the one she is used to with the way they echo off of pavement and stone. She can’t suppress a frown as she hears the boy cry to his father. Nerves of steel, yes, and some people that know her back home would even claim that she has a heart of ice, but this scene bothers Isabel. She can’t fight her curiosity. ]
You dream about this? Is it something you… Encountered? Personally, I mean?
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You dream about this? Is it something you… Encountered? Personally, I mean?