He felt Natasha was making a mountain out of a molehill with such a display.
"This is a camp, not a battlefield. There's no need for all this. You'll scare the guests."
"The others will go to the airport to pick up Natalia. Andrei will come with me," Natasha said softly, her tone flat.
The three of them then left the cabin, strolling unhurriedly along the winding stone path.
The gravel crunched softly under their shoes, a quiet accompaniment to their walk.
Along the way, Natasha's curiosity burned brightly.
She seemed interested in everything at the camp, her eyes glinting with inquiry.
She would even stop at an ordinary fruit tree, tilting her head back to observe it for a long while before letting loose a stream of questions.
Why were the fruit trees budding in winter?
Why was the temperature inside the camp so different from outside?
Why wasn't the moss withered?
How could the plants still grow during the polar night without photosynthesis?
