“Anywhere, I don't care,” Kristoffer said simply, shrugging. He hadn’t thought quite that far ahead. He supposed there was the Continent, the usual suspects - Athens and Rome, Venice for a bit of fun. But they could venture much further afield than that, couldn’t they? India. The West Indies. Darkest Africa. South America. They, unlike some such people, would not need a reason. (Kristoffer was sure he could sell it to the family as an educational endeavour, an exploration, a sampling of cultures. Emphasis on the sampling.)
“Pick a cabinet, why don’t you,” he suggested, by way of example, gesturing at the glass museum cases full of objects that showcased the magical history of the world. “Pick one, and we’ll start there.”
“Pick a cabinet, why don’t you,” he suggested, by way of example, gesturing at the glass museum cases full of objects that showcased the magical history of the world. “Pick one, and we’ll start there.”
