"Good morning, Meshia," said Foel with her usual poker face, threading numerous documents with her fingers until she stopped and stood up from her chair.
"Good morning, Lord Ouroboros." Damascus bowed as she held a book of documents on her chest. It seemed like both of them were really preoccupied by the Apollo Project under the Citadel.
MF could guess why. Unlike the simple mindset of the forest dwellers within Domeniul Ceresc, the citizens would soon beheld the grandeur of their home being levitated to the sky. Because of it, they were planning many regulations and how to either expand the wall on the northeast or trying to make a way on how to stack the agricultural zone to accommodate more ingredients.
