Oh. That's a beautiful name. [ And she means it. It strikes her as curious contrast, for a moment. Classmates at college kept wanting to shorten hers to Ana, Klaus keeps saying Thema — but she always adamantly refuses. Meanwhile, the other woman's never introduced herself as anything but Sal. But Anathema likes the sound of it. Salazanca. Reminds her of Salamanca in Castile and León; a week-long study trip to the university town once. ]
I can. If you're sure you're up for the flight.
[ All she can do is hang on tight and assume and hope, as they rise up over the debris-strewn streets and Anathema starts pointing the directions to her house, like it really is a cab ride. Next left. Straight ahead two miles. Third on the right. Until they're at the government housing, and the fourth house down the uniform row, and Anathema's absentmindedly patting down her pockets — of course all her dresses have pockets — searching for the keys.
It'd be typical if she managed to lose them in the storm and lock herself out, but thankfully she finds them and fumbles for the lock, manages to open it. ]
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I can. If you're sure you're up for the flight.
[ All she can do is hang on tight and assume and hope, as they rise up over the debris-strewn streets and Anathema starts pointing the directions to her house, like it really is a cab ride. Next left. Straight ahead two miles. Third on the right. Until they're at the government housing, and the fourth house down the uniform row, and Anathema's absentmindedly patting down her pockets — of course all her dresses have pockets — searching for the keys.
It'd be typical if she managed to lose them in the storm and lock herself out, but thankfully she finds them and fumbles for the lock, manages to open it. ]