[ The view is something to behold, enough to tighten her chest, but any wonder is soon stifled by how still most of it is. A necropolis awaiting its bodies. Do their captors have such a view?

Her smile remains, and there are other imaginations that strike her enough to think up a less depressing response. ]

I think that this must be what it's like to see the world as if in flight. If only there were a flock of birds to lead us away beyond the boundaries and the sky.

[ A glance while wondering if his thoughts are less whimsical. ]

Is the view as you anticipated?