[ She tilts her head up, staring at the sky- at the sun shining bright in the middle of an expanse of clear blue, and she doesn't blink, because it doesn't hurt her eyes. After being inside the dungeon for so long, and most of her time spent not existing in any form, being able to feel the sun's rays rather than just seeing them makes her feel like it's warm enough, especially since she'd first arrived here at the cusp of autumn and winter, so it's been cold as long as she's known the world. ]
...When do you think it'll be warm enough again? Do you think they'll grow if we plant them in the dungeons?
[ It's warmer in there, when time has stopped and most of the floors depict summertime, and in the forest floor of the lake dungeon it's also been drizzling, so they wouldn't have to worry about watering the seeds too.
On the other hand, maybe trying to bring new life into a dead world like the dungeons is just absurd. ]
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[ She tilts her head up, staring at the sky- at the sun shining bright in the middle of an expanse of clear blue, and she doesn't blink, because it doesn't hurt her eyes. After being inside the dungeon for so long, and most of her time spent not existing in any form, being able to feel the sun's rays rather than just seeing them makes her feel like it's warm enough, especially since she'd first arrived here at the cusp of autumn and winter, so it's been cold as long as she's known the world. ]
...When do you think it'll be warm enough again? Do you think they'll grow if we plant them in the dungeons?
[ It's warmer in there, when time has stopped and most of the floors depict summertime, and in the forest floor of the lake dungeon it's also been drizzling, so they wouldn't have to worry about watering the seeds too.
On the other hand, maybe trying to bring new life into a dead world like the dungeons is just absurd. ]