[ whichever place gepard is from, kaveh thinks, they must have had it rough. anything called 'the eternal freeze' can't be something pleasant. neither is isolation. sumeru had been an isolationist nation once, or so kaveh has read from history textbooks penned by the vahumana - that king deshret had imposed in his insanity the sanctity of the desert, and the green lord had risen in order to return to the forests and curate the walls of trees that would define their generation. but isolation begets technological bottlenecks, it begets ignorance, it chokes and stifles the life out of the vibrant intermix of cultures. you couldn't have a nation unto itself. it has kaveh thinking that perhaps teyvat was a world unto itself; ignorance is no excuse for isolation, though it becomes an irrefutable reason.
but you couldn't exchange ideas with a place like celestia; you wouldn't want to glean anything from the abyss. the isolation of teyvat is a tool to protect oneself; it isn't a solution. the amber lord seems to believe in walls. ]
I don't mind, but... [ and here, kaveh's head cocks. he smiles. ] What's smaller than an universe, but bigger than a heart? And how would one describe the feeling of looking down from the top of a waterfall and having the inexplicable urge to jump? Those are rhetorical questions - I'm not the best person to ask that question. I only know the little bit of the world I inhabit, and no more.
But if you're to ask me what my corner of the world is like, even then I'm at a loss for words. It's different than all this. It is green, and the scent of jasmines in spring. We're a people of a humid climate situated in the middle of a rainforest, and our ethos has always been to build up; our divine tree that carries up the rooves of the Akademiya into the sky would tower above a city like this one. Everywhere you look you'll see arches and green-tinted stained glass windows. Our aqueducts flourish in open air and we've a kulfiwalla on every street corner in the summer. [ kaveh looks. ] Your armour is lovely, but you would likely bake like a clam in the oven.
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but you couldn't exchange ideas with a place like celestia; you wouldn't want to glean anything from the abyss. the isolation of teyvat is a tool to protect oneself; it isn't a solution. the amber lord seems to believe in walls. ]
I don't mind, but... [ and here, kaveh's head cocks. he smiles. ] What's smaller than an universe, but bigger than a heart? And how would one describe the feeling of looking down from the top of a waterfall and having the inexplicable urge to jump? Those are rhetorical questions - I'm not the best person to ask that question. I only know the little bit of the world I inhabit, and no more.
But if you're to ask me what my corner of the world is like, even then I'm at a loss for words. It's different than all this. It is green, and the scent of jasmines in spring. We're a people of a humid climate situated in the middle of a rainforest, and our ethos has always been to build up; our divine tree that carries up the rooves of the Akademiya into the sky would tower above a city like this one. Everywhere you look you'll see arches and green-tinted stained glass windows. Our aqueducts flourish in open air and we've a kulfiwalla on every street corner in the summer. [ kaveh looks. ] Your armour is lovely, but you would likely bake like a clam in the oven.