if the journey of a thousand miles starts when you take the first step
Nodding towards Saiden, the illusionist lets her counterpart deal with the bulk of the work when it comes to the sails. If the ship just suddenly vanishes, depending on how clever ghost-whales are, that might be just as telling as having it remain where it is in the water. So instead she focuses her mind on gradually pulling the ship from view.
She thinks of the amount of light that is trickling down through the waves during the storm. It isn't much, but it's enough to make the ship visible in the frothing ocean. Slowly she melts it away, trying to bleed the hull of the Ark into the water and the surf as if she were no more than a bit of ink gradually being tossed around. Eloise replaces the stillness of the ship in the water with waves that most and undulate just like the rest of the sea does, trying to seamlessly blend her illusion into the world around.
As for the bits above water? That's easy. The illusion extends out and up, making the ship appear to be nothing more than a disgruntled patch of grey sky.
Eloise tries to hide the ship!
She thinks of the amount of light that is trickling down through the waves during the storm. It isn't much, but it's enough to make the ship visible in the frothing ocean. Slowly she melts it away, trying to bleed the hull of the Ark into the water and the surf as if she were no more than a bit of ink gradually being tossed around. Eloise replaces the stillness of the ship in the water with waves that most and undulate just like the rest of the sea does, trying to seamlessly blend her illusion into the world around.
As for the bits above water? That's easy. The illusion extends out and up, making the ship appear to be nothing more than a disgruntled patch of grey sky.
Eloise tries to hide the ship!
i'll travel for a little while, & i won't be coming back
