The white sheep of the family
As Libbs went on to explain quite a bit about greenhouses, light, and air, Loren nodded, though his brow was furrowed in concentration. "A third longer it is." Moving forward, he produced some charcoal from his pocket and made a note on the diagram to correct the numbers.
"Air still moves normally unless magic is being actively used on it." It came out a bit distractedly, as he was still considering everything she'd told him. "If you think double shutters on the bottom would work best, I'll trust her judgment."
Then he frowned. "How much more work would it take to double pane it? And how would you tint them?" He tapped a finger on the table thoughtfully. "If space is all you need, you're welcome to come to Halo." The offer was made off-handedly, though genuinely.
"Air still moves normally unless magic is being actively used on it." It came out a bit distractedly, as he was still considering everything she'd told him. "If you think double shutters on the bottom would work best, I'll trust her judgment."
Then he frowned. "How much more work would it take to double pane it? And how would you tint them?" He tapped a finger on the table thoughtfully. "If space is all you need, you're welcome to come to Halo." The offer was made off-handedly, though genuinely.
Will blood tell
