[harsh sunlight from above has Bel's heart pounding too -- and immediately pulling Zam into the nearest shadow. the sun is not supposed to get in, except by way of pleasantly cooling diffuse filters in the top few levels--
--not here, though. one glance around is enough. the city spills down a massive, sloping canyon wall and up the other side, sun and sand angling down to sift over the long streets. but late afternoon has the warm, dry air quite bearable, far more so than Beta's primary star would have allowed at any time of day, and the cliffside is an integral part of the architecture, venerable and well-kept... except for the scrap-heap shanties and lean-tos crammed into every neglected space.]
It'd be Silica -- that's our capital, if someone sliced it open to the sky. The shacks are new, though. They work hard back home to ensure nobody has to live like that. Looks like we're well and truly mixed. [a glance over at Zam, curious.] Do you recognize anything?
scenic Zolta where everyone is so nice, so nice
--not here, though. one glance around is enough. the city spills down a massive, sloping canyon wall and up the other side, sun and sand angling down to sift over the long streets. but late afternoon has the warm, dry air quite bearable, far more so than Beta's primary star would have allowed at any time of day, and the cliffside is an integral part of the architecture, venerable and well-kept... except for the scrap-heap shanties and lean-tos crammed into every neglected space.]
It'd be Silica -- that's our capital, if someone sliced it open to the sky. The shacks are new, though. They work hard back home to ensure nobody has to live like that. Looks like we're well and truly mixed. [a glance over at Zam, curious.] Do you recognize anything?