Meadow

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Sabran nods along as Zevulun speaks. She could not deny, privately at least, that she was a little impressed. An affinity for exploration was perhaps the opposite of a description of herself, and the idea was slightly intoxicating in its exoticism. At his question, she tilts her head and considers her answer.

“I always wondered what Atlantis looked like, whether it is as beautiful as I imagine it when I think about all those beaches,” she replies, a soft smile curling her lips at the thought. “Is it?”

She looks up at his blue eyes, her expression curious.

As they meander casually through the Meadow, Eadaz flashes up in the back of her mind again. If she followed her sister’s bold attitude, they both would have toured the islands by now. A creeping sense of embarrassment threatened to overtake her then, but the image of her sister gave her some uncertain sense of courage.

Zevulun had made a warm and welcoming first impression, and childish as it may be, the reassurance of her mother vetting him put her further at ease. He seemed as good a man as any to make some effort to get to know, just as her sister was always telling her to try.

“Maybe I should visit you in the Prairie sometime, and we could take a little tour together,” she says. “You could show me the ropes, give me some of your exploration tips.”

She gave a playful giggle.