That is what Faora could call this place. What she should call this place. Little she may know of the humans and their ways compared to the Son of El, but some things do not change from place to place.
Her Kryptonian armor shines in the dying sun of the day, her edge of her cape grazing the grass and the corpses. The insides of the mausoleums are curious to her, but she moves from one to the next, investigating.
Faora's expression is stoic, almost cold, as she observes her surroundings. This is not a place she would consider passable to call a new Krypton, or even an outpost.]
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That is what Faora could call this place. What she should call this place. Little she may know of the humans and their ways compared to the Son of El, but some things do not change from place to place.
Her Kryptonian armor shines in the dying sun of the day, her edge of her cape grazing the grass and the corpses. The insides of the mausoleums are curious to her, but she moves from one to the next, investigating.
Faora's expression is stoic, almost cold, as she observes her surroundings. This is not a place she would consider passable to call a new Krypton, or even an outpost.]