Did your world have the...[What is the bright glowy thingy in the sky at night called anyway? She's pretty sure they didn't have one, from what she could see through the mists.] night sun? What do you call it, the bright thing in the sky at night?
[She really hadn't spent any time staring at the sky at night, but that thing is rather noticeable. She smiles.] The Once-ler sounds sillier than Once-ler.
My world has trees; they just don't look the same. They're different colors. The ash might have changed them over a thousand years. [Or it was because of the power at the Well. But no need to bring Preservation and Ruin into the conversation.]
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[She really hadn't spent any time staring at the sky at night, but that thing is rather noticeable. She smiles.] The Once-ler sounds sillier than Once-ler.
My world has trees; they just don't look the same. They're different colors. The ash might have changed them over a thousand years. [Or it was because of the power at the Well. But no need to bring Preservation and Ruin into the conversation.]