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Alexandria Rose Nash | Urðr (urdr) wrote in paxletalelogs,

"Oh, wow," she said, quietly impressed. "Alaska. I've never been. That's quite a change. Do you like it? The change, I mean."

It might have been a bit obvious, but it was true enough. Despite her time on the East Coast, she couldn't think of a place quite so different from Southern California as Alaska, from what she'd heard, anyway. There was something romantically appealing about the place, she thought - all that dark and quiet and vast space devoid of the human cacophony that seemed inescapable around here sometimes. It was only when her thoughts wandered into the acoustics in a sub-arctic wilderness that it occurred to her that she should address his offer.

It was a certainty she wouldn't tell him that his music was too loud, especially now that they'd met and she'd decided that he was a pleasant presence. Even so, she told him, "And I'm sure your music will be fine - what do you listen to, generally?"

It was an odd transition, but a natural one, in Alexandria's mind. Music was always a topic she enjoyed.