Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Curious, she regarded the ship he created, or rather, the illusion of one. Maea wasn't used to illusions, and could have spent a great deal of time playing with this one, if he'd been in the mood to indulge her. But she was a little afraid of pushing Remi's patience, so she just raised the lense to her eye and looked through it. A sudden glow appeared about the ship, and it twisted in her vision, distorted like a heat mirage. Flickering, almost fading entirely before appearing again. Decidedly not as solid as it had appeared.
"That's very interesting," she murmured. Maea tried to flip the lense the other direction, to see if there would be a difference in how the illusion distorted. "So Safrin made this?" She glanced down at the item in her hand, a little awed at the idea.
Perhaps his talk of Ludo trying to kill him should have bothered her more... but the idea somehow didn't quite penetrate her mind. It was like hearing that the sun had turned blue; she just couldn't picture it.
"That's very interesting," she murmured. Maea tried to flip the lense the other direction, to see if there would be a difference in how the illusion distorted. "So Safrin made this?" She glanced down at the item in her hand, a little awed at the idea.
Perhaps his talk of Ludo trying to kill him should have bothered her more... but the idea somehow didn't quite penetrate her mind. It was like hearing that the sun had turned blue; she just couldn't picture it.
