(in one word: it's overwhelming. the city is absolutely insane to abby. she's used to the bustle of the stadium but this is activity on an unfathomable scale to her. there are so many people, all walking around and talking to each other, going about their business completely devoid of any caution. there's nothing threatening them, or their way of life, they just... are, unapologetically. she spends most of the taxi ride with her face up to the window, drinking it all in as they wind their way out toward the countryside.
the camp is a little more her speed, though she's definitely not expecting the dragon either. when they stop in front of it and abby realises that it isn't a statue because it's breathing, she grabs clarisse by the back of her shirt in alarm, tugging her away– but there's nothing to be worried about. clarisse even touches it on the way past. abby doesn't. she's decided she's not about to push anything, not when she's so out of her depth.
clarisse won't let anything bad happen to her though. and eventually they make it down toward a cluster of buildings, with a view. there's so many things to look at that abby doesn't know where they should go, or what she wants to see.
lev would fucking love it here. it's the first thing that occurs to her.)
It's crazy. (she says, awed. she'd turn to look at clarisse if she wasn't too busy trying to look at everything else on offer. abby wasn't expecting this, she had some notion of... tents, maybe?? or old, wooden log cabins, weathered and dark. nothing so elaborate as a fucking amphitheater. she's kind of delighted by it all.) Where's your cabin?
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the camp is a little more her speed, though she's definitely not expecting the dragon either. when they stop in front of it and abby realises that it isn't a statue because it's breathing, she grabs clarisse by the back of her shirt in alarm, tugging her away– but there's nothing to be worried about. clarisse even touches it on the way past. abby doesn't. she's decided she's not about to push anything, not when she's so out of her depth.
clarisse won't let anything bad happen to her though. and eventually they make it down toward a cluster of buildings, with a view. there's so many things to look at that abby doesn't know where they should go, or what she wants to see.
lev would fucking love it here. it's the first thing that occurs to her.)
It's crazy. (she says, awed. she'd turn to look at clarisse if she wasn't too busy trying to look at everything else on offer. abby wasn't expecting this, she had some notion of... tents, maybe?? or old, wooden log cabins, weathered and dark. nothing so elaborate as a fucking amphitheater. she's kind of delighted by it all.) Where's your cabin?