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♦ ♦ Ba’al had yet to explore her own living areas much- the Fibonacci ward. The Cotes ward and Archimedes had been taking most of her attention at first given their individual aesthetics . . . But it would be foolish not to examine her own area as well. She had hardly even been inside her own house, truthfully.
This ward was significantly different than the others- and while it lacked that aesthetic feel she admired it did have a different air about it- one of familiarity. Her teenage years had been in a place much like this once, even while she was training to join the enforcers . . .
She’s almost day dreaming, remembering the old city as she walks around, to the point that she collides directly into a young man, thanks to her increased strength probably pushing him harder than most would. Immediately shaking her head and cursing her own foolishness for that. She should know better.
“Sorry, sorry I was, thinking about some stuff- are you alright?” A quick glance at his clothes and hair- general style, the words almost leave her mouth before she can help it. “Are you- Are you one of those- you know, idols!?”