“Well, I would imagine anything could be turned into a canvas if used correctly.” It was intriguing, and something she was going to look into.
“It doesn’t surprise me about Saul, it is an older and less known play here in America. Italian in origins.” So she’d be surprised to find someone who had heard of, or read it. “Very fortunate indeed. I do need to set a night aside and visit once again, it’s always a wonderful evening spent there. Would you recommend the show you saw? Hamlet. You spoke praise about it, so I'm inclined to think you might.” She had told Twist she would set some time aside, and she hadn’t.
A silent nod as she took in the view, looking for a few moments before responding, “It true is. I always look forward to the warmer nights.” A surprised look as she turned her head to face him, “Really?” weren’t natural? “So are they simply piles of dirt that the earth reclaimed? But wow.” Looking around once more, “I never would have guessed. Simply remarkable.” She whispers with a smile, eyes roving over the hills.
“Oh, now that’s a difficult question. Time, and human interference will decide that I believe. If we look at pictures of cities over time, nature and humanity always find a way to shape and change the landscape. The city may remain the same, or it may grow.” Would she still be in Sacramento after that many years? Or will she have moved on? “Too bad we won’t be around to see.” A wink and smirk offered to the Daeva.