No prompts used.
I had seen postcards sent from Inky Academy — the cousin of a child in my village worked there and that child loved flaunting it — but those pieces of paper could not capture its beauty.
“Impressed?” Ria asked. I nodded. She grinned. “This is nothing compared to the City.”
“I can believe that,” I remarked. Ria did not flaunt her home but even after being cast out of there she did have a bit of a sense of pride about where she came from.
Well, we all did in these parts. Maybe it was just natural.