[Diana smiles to herself, but holds back saying that he could never visit it, since it's hidden. Maybe because she isn't sure she could find it herself. Instead, a soft, nostalgic expression takes her face.]
Beautiful. The city is exquisite, all marble and stone. But outside the city is where the true treasures lie. Fields of grass and wildflowers, cliffs taller than any building that give a perfect dive into the ocean. And the beaches are covered in the softest sand. [A brief pause, and she adds:] Someone I knew once called it "Paradise Island," and he was there for hardly a day.
[Thinking of Steve does make her see more of the reality of the island, and she can't help but continue.]
But it was isolated. Before the day I left, the only people to set foot on the island were those born on it. And before me, no one ever left. My people do not take kindly to strangers.
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Beautiful. The city is exquisite, all marble and stone. But outside the city is where the true treasures lie. Fields of grass and wildflowers, cliffs taller than any building that give a perfect dive into the ocean. And the beaches are covered in the softest sand. [A brief pause, and she adds:] Someone I knew once called it "Paradise Island," and he was there for hardly a day.
[Thinking of Steve does make her see more of the reality of the island, and she can't help but continue.]
But it was isolated. Before the day I left, the only people to set foot on the island were those born on it. And before me, no one ever left. My people do not take kindly to strangers.