[ Stepping out onto the roof, her first observation is how much chillier than it is compared to the ground. They're high up enough for the faint cold to be nippy - and Pyrrha, having never been a strict proponent of sleeves, folds her arms over her chest, fighting a little against it.
She was right about one thing. They can see almost the entire colony, lit up before them, flat as board but strangely lovely.
Bereft of further words, she's demonstrably quiet. ]
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She was right about one thing. They can see almost the entire colony, lit up before them, flat as board but strangely lovely.
Bereft of further words, she's demonstrably quiet. ]