It looks like a park. The kind of park put together by someone who'd been living inside, maybe among too many buildings, for too long. There's a huge, sweeping expanse of open space, a beach, a forest creeping up the slopes of hazy blue mountains. A greenhouse. A baseball field.
He wonders if there are Little League teams here, or how many people inside even know how to play the game.
"This is a different planet?"
He can smell the sweetness of growing grass, the faint salt twist to the air that's like and unlike home. There's no briny low-tide smell, and this place lacks the cool mist that always seems to hang in the air along the tidal flats of Haven, but it's close.
Which is strange, because that looks like a lake, not an ocean.
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Date: 2013-06-11 07:07 pm (UTC)He wonders if there are Little League teams here, or how many people inside even know how to play the game.
"This is a different planet?"
He can smell the sweetness of growing grass, the faint salt twist to the air that's like and unlike home. There's no briny low-tide smell, and this place lacks the cool mist that always seems to hang in the air along the tidal flats of Haven, but it's close.
Which is strange, because that looks like a lake, not an ocean.