( titanomyrma )

It was on odd thought, the one that anyone could look at Rosalind and not think fondly of her. The woman was as beautiful as she was intelligent, but she supposed, Columbia had a way of revering the wrong kind of person. “Is there a reason why I should not?”

Yet such gestures of affection had always been limited, even dear Alfred did not receive as much genuine flattery. Something she’d think on later, surely. “I have missed you dearly. Tell me, won’t you, where your adventures led you?”

    Not as bizarre as it was common. In spite of this aspect, the physicist
had failed to bare any personal interest with varying perspectives. Many regarded
her profoundly miraculous, others had not– thought her person was more valuable
in apropos of Columbia’s technologies. “That’s hardly for myself to decide.”
Countering with an ever so obscure pitch, but it had been enough for Ashford to
comprehend that it was mere play.

                But another prospect these women held correspondingly.“Diverse locations,
            Columbia being one of the most prominent in my excursions. But what of you,
            Alexia? One could only presume that your life as of late had been much more
            eventful than mine."