[New New Aspen. It looks like the kind of place one would see decorating a Christmas card. There might not be snow -- it is summer still, after all -- but the architecture, the aesthetics, and the general cheer and goodwill in town make it feel like the kind of place one could see in a movie about the joys of Christmas Candlenights.
The mind-bogglingly massive fir tree stretching into the stratosphere probably helps with that. It's impossible to miss; it reaches high enough it looks like it might hit the moon sometimes.
Oh, also there are housecats the size of horses. And spiders, too. Don't mind those, they're friendly.
On the ground, Kaede rests her hands on her hips and gazes up at the tree, squinting for a moment before abruptly pointing toward a gap in the branches dozens, if not hundreds of meters up, barely visible from the ground.]
There's where New Aspen was! ...I think. It's kind of hard to tell from down here, huh...
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ChristmasCandlenights.The mind-bogglingly massive fir tree stretching into the stratosphere probably helps with that. It's impossible to miss; it reaches high enough it looks like it might hit the moon sometimes.
Oh, also there are housecats the size of horses. And spiders, too. Don't mind those, they're friendly.
On the ground, Kaede rests her hands on her hips and gazes up at the tree, squinting for a moment before abruptly pointing toward a gap in the branches dozens, if not hundreds of meters up, barely visible from the ground.]
There's where New Aspen was! ...I think. It's kind of hard to tell from down here, huh...