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 is once again pleased when her suggestion is met with approval, albeit with some constructive criticism that she herself has already identified. She feels out of her element in a meeting like this, so used to living her life and going with the flow of things that speaking up to help shape her region feels foreign. Still, that doesn't make it bad, and as the conversation flows on around her, she finds herself glad that she came.
The question, in the end, comes down to how many Torchers should be required in order to fire the cannon. Lyra drums her fingers idly on her leg. Three seems more sensible to her, but as Flora has already pointed out, in any kind of disaster requiring the use of cannons, finding three free and able Torchers to fire them might be difficult. "Two sounds good," she echoes. "I agree with Remi. One person might be crazy enough to try, but it seems unlikely that two people would conspire to use the cannons for illicit activity, when the potential consequences are rather... unpleasant."
The question, in the end, comes down to how many Torchers should be required in order to fire the cannon. Lyra drums her fingers idly on her leg. Three seems more sensible to her, but as Flora has already pointed out, in any kind of disaster requiring the use of cannons, finding three free and able Torchers to fire them might be difficult. "Two sounds good," she echoes. "I agree with Remi. One person might be crazy enough to try, but it seems unlikely that two people would conspire to use the cannons for illicit activity, when the potential consequences are rather... unpleasant."
