21-04-2025, 10:22 AM
Steuart House, Riverside Heights, Bekenial, Hutori - February 2, 5636 | 09:57AM
One of the suits opened her door, gesturing towards the house entrance. The cold breeze, yet again, violating her senses. She stepped out and hurried inside, carrying a spark in her eyes and wearing a business-like demeanour she had better cast away if she wanted this to work.
She was unimpressed by the drive and the manor; after all, the other of the Kadmonim were the ones who had forgotten the marvels of the Holy Land's aridness, bringing their shitty "minimal" Dundorfian and northern architecture trends to the cultural neighbourhoods of Yishelem.
Not her. And certainly not her Majatran kin.
Almost chuckling, she stood at the entrance, pretending to be in awe of the interior, one single thought permeating her mind like a drill.
Was it here?
One of the suits opened her door, gesturing towards the house entrance. The cold breeze, yet again, violating her senses. She stepped out and hurried inside, carrying a spark in her eyes and wearing a business-like demeanour she had better cast away if she wanted this to work.
She was unimpressed by the drive and the manor; after all, the other of the Kadmonim were the ones who had forgotten the marvels of the Holy Land's aridness, bringing their shitty "minimal" Dundorfian and northern architecture trends to the cultural neighbourhoods of Yishelem.
Not her. And certainly not her Majatran kin.
Almost chuckling, she stood at the entrance, pretending to be in awe of the interior, one single thought permeating her mind like a drill.
Was it here?
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