How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

The Hearth part -5

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"Grandiose place the New Institute... is it not? However I cant say in good conscience that it fully matches the aesthetics of the Palais Mermonia.."

Were the eloquent sweet words of her servant towards the very building they were now walking within, the interior of the building in question felt ancient yet rather nice to look at the same time though, which was more than she had thought she would given the imaginary idea in her mind of the place from in-game graphics.

Ample grand halls filled with booths showing samples of the work of previous engineers long time deceased, large corridors heavily decorated with all sorts of details and different artistic designs made it feel as if she was walking deeper into a museum, while with the soft, yet incessant whisper of gears and pistons echoing from all over the entire structure gave it the idea that one was actually inside a huge clock.

Perhaps she was...

It would probably meet the insanity required of the flair of this world when taking into consideration the fact that they mixed the courts with a theater for dramas sake.

Ha...drama.

See the pun there..?

"You may be right, however one should take into consideration what purpose they were given before judging them on by the aesthetics.."

She muttered, lazily batting her eyes at Gerard as she tried to pick up an imaginary speck of durst from them if only to try appear as cool and reserved as she ".should." be, earning a small nod in response.

"A rather pragmatic approach if there was one my lady..and one no less true for it."

"Perhaps...., though that is my opinion and nothing more" She said with a weak shrug, brushing away the loose strands of her hair from getting on the way of her sight "Also...is it always so empty?"

She asked, cocking her head left and right about the utter lack of human presence in the entire thing.

True, they had come across one or two souls here and there, like the Officers back at the main door leading to the premises or some or two workers unloading or packing boxes from and into the carriages that were stationed in an open and empty hall that looked more like a repair shop than anything else

There was...people.

But where was everyone else..? Where did they go? Bingo..?

Ha! Another referen-...ok, she would need to stop. This was getting out of hand. If worst came to be she would be telling dad jokes in a few weeks time.

The meta jokes would destroy this world. Though mostly at the thought of Celestia coming down to crack the earth at how cringe they would be than anything else.

Luckily for her, Gerard was too busy been himself to even notice anything out of the ordinary from her as he shook her head.

"No, it usually is not. It seems we were lucky this time around... "

[Lucky..? This time..? I have the feeling I am not aware of some much needed context my good sir...] She thought to herself.

"Oh, I see....then we better hope nothing blows up while we are here.."

"Don't worry madam Knave, as insane and reckless the people working behind these halls tend to be...they have proven more often than not to be at least serious enough to place safeguards for their own safety. Nothing will blow up"