Post by Seraph on Nov 17, 2021 22:28:24 GMT
Elia still regarded Millennium City with an uncomfortable mixture of distaste and intrigue - intrigue, because it was a place where so many of God's gifted congregated with one another, distaste because, as she had been told, it was a place they had made for themselves. That still made her uncomfortable. God's gifts were given to serve and to protect, not to carve out some wild half-disastrous notion of paradise, filled with far too many people everywhere, all of the time. It was likely that there were more people in this one city than in the entirety of the Divine Appalachian Nation, and Elia found the sheer population density staggering, even without all of the gifts of God in flagrant display for so many other reasons than His glory.
It was only her second time in the city, but Elia had already learned that it took little time for her to be overwhelmed by it, and so this time she had retreated to somewhere slightly less popular, if no less public: the Millennium City Botanical Gardens. They were not entirely like any gardens Elia had ever known, for there were far more plats there than she had ever imagined could exist. Some of the signs - on carefully quarantined sections - claimed to house things not natural to this Earth. Elia didn't know how to feel about that, either.
The paths were well tended, mostly swept free of leaves, and this late in the season there was not much left still green, certainly nothing flowering. It made the gardens a far less visited place this time of year, and it had been somewhere Elia could slip away to consider the people who filled it in smaller numbers, numbers far more amenable to her more rural sensibilities. Her gaze drifted upwards, to the burning-sky blaze of orange and red that crowned the trees above, and let herself be at peace, and mindful of Creation.
It was only her second time in the city, but Elia had already learned that it took little time for her to be overwhelmed by it, and so this time she had retreated to somewhere slightly less popular, if no less public: the Millennium City Botanical Gardens. They were not entirely like any gardens Elia had ever known, for there were far more plats there than she had ever imagined could exist. Some of the signs - on carefully quarantined sections - claimed to house things not natural to this Earth. Elia didn't know how to feel about that, either.
The paths were well tended, mostly swept free of leaves, and this late in the season there was not much left still green, certainly nothing flowering. It made the gardens a far less visited place this time of year, and it had been somewhere Elia could slip away to consider the people who filled it in smaller numbers, numbers far more amenable to her more rural sensibilities. Her gaze drifted upwards, to the burning-sky blaze of orange and red that crowned the trees above, and let herself be at peace, and mindful of Creation.