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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in mirage_rpg,

He nodded slightly. Apparently, the Planet meant what it said about them being taken care of. It was comforting, but at the same time, a little annoying. He'd thought he'd gone beyond the point where he needed 'taking care of'. It hadn't been an easy process to get some small measure of independence, and it was hard to feel like that was being taken away.

"I see. Interesting. I thought we must be around the same age. Or appear that way, at least.

He wasn't sure how to understand what she was saying. It was so alien to his experience. It helped immensely when she led him away from the center of the room. An eyebrow rose as she made cities rise with just a wave of her hand, all in perfect miniature. She was constantly a surprise to him.

"Well, isn't that something? That's quite a talent. And much easier than trying to imagine what you're saying. Forgive me, but your world seems strange. I've never seen anything like it."

He frowned slightly, and then his eyes brightened up. He wasn't very good at discribing things, so instead, he very lightly projected the images into her head. Not messing with her emotions or anything this time, nor making her do anything against her will, this was the easiest way to show her his own world.

Through her mind, images of the Golden Horde, now called the Ukraine, where he was taken. Cold and wet there. And then Venice, beautiful and warm in comparison, surrounded by gorgeous art and churches. He spared her the glimpses of the graveyard beneath Paris, but did show her the Theaters and other loveliness there. And then, it was off to the Modern Days, with tall buildings and technolegy. After that, he gently withdrew from her mind.

"Those are the places I have spent most of my time throughout the years, though there have been others, of course."