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Isn't it?

[ This isn't the place for desert blooms or soft things. Maybe back home, where the canals help everything to flourish. But not here. The dorm's climate is too arid, too unforgiving, for soft things like that to survive. Perhaps that's part of why Kalim is so at odds with everything here; too nurturing and forgiving for a place like Night Raven, and yet he remains, because--

Well. He's only ever wanted to be at Jamil's side. Desperate to stay close to him, even when they were children. He only recently realized why that was such a devastating thing.

All told, it's not far from the dorm. Not as far as the oasis, at least, but far enough that they won't be discovered. Carpet drifts to a stop beside the columns, and Kalim hops off, holding out his hand again to assist Jamil. Distractedly so, though; Kalim is gaping up at the moon, a sharp cut of a crescent over the nearby dune. ]

Wow! It's really beautiful here at night. Haha!

[ Then, when he turns to look up at the columns: ]

What do you think this place used to be? It's not on any of the dorm maps. Then again, the oasis isn't either, but--