The sun and moon had been gone for not quite eight hours when a native came running into the temple of Industry. The woman’s inclination was clearly not to communicate, but something had panicked her. She takes a moment to bob her head respectfully before committing the ultimate blasphemy: grabbing Felicity by the arm and dragging her bodily out of the temple after her.
She doesn’t stop or let herself be dissuaded until they’ve reached a nice courtyard, with plenty of benches and restaurants opening onto a lovey fountain. On the ground in front of one of those benches is a blonde wrapped in a red blanket— no, that’s a cape. It’s Kara, looking for all the world like she’s only sleeping.
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She doesn’t stop or let herself be dissuaded until they’ve reached a nice courtyard, with plenty of benches and restaurants opening onto a lovey fountain. On the ground in front of one of those benches is a blonde wrapped in a red blanket— no, that’s a cape. It’s Kara, looking for all the world like she’s only sleeping.