Fitz takes a long, deep breath, and adjusts his mind to the fact that everyone here looks like they've sprung out of a fairytale or a nightmare. He can deal with this. Even if this guy is grey and has horns. This is fine.
He's quiet for a moment, thinking how to respond. Unlike other people he's met, this man is clearly from the Capitol, and it seems impolitic to say what he's really thinking, which is that this kind of decadence is disorientating and excessive, and the streets are sterile and inhuman, and the glitter and glamour of it built on the blood of the Districts taints everything with a bitter stench that no amount of perfumed air can wash away. He moistens his lips, and tears his eyes away from the shifting colours of the crowds.
"Not lost, exactly. Only fascinated. I'm a newcomer here, and I've long been living in the country. Such opulence, such glamour, is all very new to me."
It's probably the best road to take. He looks like a starry-eyed country lad amongst all these fancifully dressed people, he may as well play the part.
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He's quiet for a moment, thinking how to respond. Unlike other people he's met, this man is clearly from the Capitol, and it seems impolitic to say what he's really thinking, which is that this kind of decadence is disorientating and excessive, and the streets are sterile and inhuman, and the glitter and glamour of it built on the blood of the Districts taints everything with a bitter stench that no amount of perfumed air can wash away. He moistens his lips, and tears his eyes away from the shifting colours of the crowds.
"Not lost, exactly. Only fascinated. I'm a newcomer here, and I've long been living in the country. Such opulence, such glamour, is all very new to me."
It's probably the best road to take. He looks like a starry-eyed country lad amongst all these fancifully dressed people, he may as well play the part.