It took Gadriel a moment to track what she was talking about. Oh.
He pulled the helmet off his hip, holding it up like a bowl, a bowl of orange fur and tufty toes. "This is Elion. He is still very young." Eventually he might outgrow the helmet but for now, it is a perfect little nest.
"There is only candlelight in a battle barge, save for the Apothecarion." Which had blinding white lights, like any medical facility, he supposed. "Full sun can be bright, but the liminal space, the change between night and day and day and night is very...beautiful." Not as bright, and the play of colors, magentas and golds and colors he didn't have names for, were captivating.
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He pulled the helmet off his hip, holding it up like a bowl, a bowl of orange fur and tufty toes. "This is Elion. He is still very young." Eventually he might outgrow the helmet but for now, it is a perfect little nest.
"There is only candlelight in a battle barge, save for the Apothecarion." Which had blinding white lights, like any medical facility, he supposed. "Full sun can be bright, but the liminal space, the change between night and day and day and night is very...beautiful." Not as bright, and the play of colors, magentas and golds and colors he didn't have names for, were captivating.