“Oh, I certainly think that has something to do with it,” Combeferre agreed, flashing her a playful grin. Though outwardly, he had settled into his new home fairly well, he had been decidedly lonely since arriving in Darrow, and somewhat resigned to loneliness. What chance was there that he would find himself home again, or that a friend would appear on these strange shores? Optimistic but ever rational, Combeferre had known better than to hope too much for either outcome.
But now, with Sybil, loneliness was unexpectedly forgotten.
He tipped his head up to the sky. “ ’tis strange - one knows rationally that the stars remain largely unchanged over the course of a few hundred years, and are largely the same across most of the known world. But whenever I look up, I am always surprised to find the sky so recognizable. Perhaps we are not so far from home as sometimes feel."
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Date: 2013-11-30 05:22 pm (UTC)But now, with Sybil, loneliness was unexpectedly forgotten.
He tipped his head up to the sky. “ ’tis strange - one knows rationally that the stars remain largely unchanged over the course of a few hundred years, and are largely the same across most of the known world. But whenever I look up, I am always surprised to find the sky so recognizable. Perhaps we are not so far from home as sometimes feel."