Count of three. [ miles grins at luke with a nod, and on three, they jump...
...and they're most definitely not on tattooine.
the area is a mix of earth-imported green vegetation and barrayar's own native reddish-brown flora, but it's all set beneath a bright blue sky. miles and luke find themselves between what looks like a comfortable, well-furnished residence built out of the remains of a castle and a sprawling, shimmering lake. miles shakes out one still-wet boot absent-mindedly and beams up at the sky, eyes lighting up. ]
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...and they're most definitely not on tattooine.
the area is a mix of earth-imported green vegetation and barrayar's own native reddish-brown flora, but it's all set beneath a bright blue sky. miles and luke find themselves between what looks like a comfortable, well-furnished residence built out of the remains of a castle and a sprawling, shimmering lake. miles shakes out one still-wet boot absent-mindedly and beams up at the sky, eyes lighting up. ]
Ah. Vorkosigan Surleau it is, then.