[ Her hand makes a circle as she explains, as if demonstrating the arch of stone that protects them. ]
Atlantis was vast, a great civilization, but the gods grew jealous, or so the stories say. [ Kida isn't sure how much she believes in gods--what can she say the gods have ever done for her? ]
A great Disaster swept over us, sinking our city. [ The capital letter is almost audible, given the reverence with which she says it. ] It was centuries ago--I was small, I barely remember it...
[ A great star, light, heat. Seawater everywhere, her father's robes, her mother's hand. Kida, don't look! ] Shouting, and light... Now Atlantis is but one city, laid out beneath the earth in a great cavern, guarded by a volcano. The ocean stretches over us. Getting in and out is almost impossible.
[ As she speaks, recounting an age-old story, she runs her hand over the various baubles at market, fascinated by intricate glassware and shining jewels and weapons. Everything's so different--Atlantis' market had been selling the same wares for years, for centuries. The same stone, the same gold, the same crystal and earthware and fabrics. Even just the smell is enough to transport her. ]
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Atlantis was vast, a great civilization, but the gods grew jealous, or so the stories say. [ Kida isn't sure how much she believes in gods--what can she say the gods have ever done for her? ]
A great Disaster swept over us, sinking our city. [ The capital letter is almost audible, given the reverence with which she says it. ] It was centuries ago--I was small, I barely remember it...
[ A great star, light, heat. Seawater everywhere, her father's robes, her mother's hand. Kida, don't look! ] Shouting, and light... Now Atlantis is but one city, laid out beneath the earth in a great cavern, guarded by a volcano. The ocean stretches over us. Getting in and out is almost impossible.
[ As she speaks, recounting an age-old story, she runs her hand over the various baubles at market, fascinated by intricate glassware and shining jewels and weapons. Everything's so different--Atlantis' market had been selling the same wares for years, for centuries. The same stone, the same gold, the same crystal and earthware and fabrics. Even just the smell is enough to transport her. ]