[ He doesn't have to tell her twice. The buildings fly by in a flurry of grays with splashes of color - It's disorientating in its own way, but she focuses ahead and on the road before them before asking: ]
You're not telling me there's a snow mountain in this city.
[ There's! No way. At least the dorms have whatever weird magic attached. She'll still not understand it. It'll be a while yet to get used to it, probably.]
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You're not telling me there's a snow mountain in this city.
[ There's! No way. At least the dorms have whatever weird magic attached. She'll still not understand it. It'll be a while yet to get used to it, probably.]