And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear
Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
Lyra listens as voices rise and fall around her, cresting like the ocean waves that represent their region. Her suggestion is met with little criticism, and a small part of her that fears that perhaps she doesn't know enough to be speaking on the subject relaxes as Flora agrees with their caution. With the placement of the cannons decided upon, that leaves the question of who can fire them - and Lyra can see the pros and cons of both sides.
"Is there a way to assign a sort of key to them?" she asked, genuinely curious. "So, let's say that you and Ronin each have a key. If you leave Torchline, you could leave your key with a delegate. Whoever holds the key can fire the cannons. Although," she muses aloud, lost now in the logistics of it all. "That does mean that someone could try and steal a key..." So maybe it isn't the best idea. Oh well, she tried.
"Is there a way to assign a sort of key to them?" she asked, genuinely curious. "So, let's say that you and Ronin each have a key. If you leave Torchline, you could leave your key with a delegate. Whoever holds the key can fire the cannons. Although," she muses aloud, lost now in the logistics of it all. "That does mean that someone could try and steal a key..." So maybe it isn't the best idea. Oh well, she tried.
