[ Lirael has never seen a "train", beyond Sameth's descriptions of them. For that matter, she'd hardly glimpsed Ancelstierre besides the perimeter and that night at Forwin Mill (the last thing she remembers is a distress call about a Hrule across the wall, but she'd woken in the carriage before she'd arrived). So... maybe this is what the capital city looks like? It's bigger than what she thought. And lonelier. ]
[ She's collected a stack of papers in her exploration of this strange land, and spread them out on the restaurant table for inspection -- it's fruitless, though, all these official-looking logbooks and documents are quite blank. ]
[ Maybe it's the familiar motion of sorting and puzzling over books (stolen temporarily-borrowed books, at that) that's sending her back in time, because Lirael responds automatically to the question, like the last year hadn't happened and they're still in the Glacier: ]
I'm not eating anything after it's been in your mouth. Eat up or bury it before...
[ Lirael trails off, all the blood draining from her face as her eyes fall on the hound. ]
neighbourhood east; full disclosure idk if I have the time to app a 2nd character but DOG!!!
[ She's collected a stack of papers in her exploration of this strange land, and spread them out on the restaurant table for inspection -- it's fruitless, though, all these official-looking logbooks and documents are quite blank. ]
[ Maybe it's the familiar motion of sorting and puzzling over books (
stolentemporarily-borrowed books, at that) that's sending her back in time, because Lirael responds automatically to the question, like the last year hadn't happened and they're still in the Glacier: ]I'm not eating anything after it's been in your mouth. Eat up or bury it before...
[ Lirael trails off, all the blood draining from her face as her eyes fall on the hound. ]
Dog? H-how? You're...