At first, he doesn't quite understand, but as Jedao explains, Iago feels the weight of this revelation. He stands closer. "It must be marvelous," he mutters. "To see how precious she is from another angle."
Iago takes him towards the canal and onto a small boat that he steps onto
easily, fearlessly, especially for someone who still doesn't know how to
swim.
He holds out a hand for Jedao. The fact that it's unecessary has no bearing
on his decision to do so.
It's very gentlemanly, Jedao thinks, dashing and romantic; he's obviously delighted by it, grinning as he takes Iago's hand and stepping lightly after him.
Iago positions himself with steady feet and takes the oar, kicking them off
the dock to give a proper tour. He sneaks glances at Jedao as he points out
various landmarks and enjoys the scenery, wanting to judge his reaction.
Jedao is delighted; he gasps at common seabirds and the Grand Canal alike. At Saint Mark's, he asks, "Oh, I know this, that's Christian, right?" and looks proud of himself for remembering 'local' planet Earth trivia.
"Yes, tesoro, it is Christian. Most things here are, though there are influences from ancient Rome in some of the architecture. Venice, though, she is..." He sets down the oar and maneuvers himself beside Jedao as they drift along the quiet current. "She is her own place with her own memories. I am told that she retains this beauty for hundreds of years."
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"It's like...a great palace of lace."
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He leans his head against his shoulder.
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Iago takes him towards the canal and onto a small boat that he steps onto easily, fearlessly, especially for someone who still doesn't know how to swim.
He holds out a hand for Jedao. The fact that it's unecessary has no bearing on his decision to do so.
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Iago positions himself with steady feet and takes the oar, kicking them off the dock to give a proper tour. He sneaks glances at Jedao as he points out various landmarks and enjoys the scenery, wanting to judge his reaction.
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"Yes, tesoro, it is Christian. Most things here are, though there are influences from ancient Rome in some of the architecture. Venice, though, she is..." He sets down the oar and maneuvers himself beside Jedao as they drift along the quiet current. "She is her own place with her own memories. I am told that she retains this beauty for hundreds of years."
He slides an arm around him.
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