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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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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