Are there any great days to be had in the Silent Plains? By anyone? Ever?
Viktor is having no such day himself, although he's definitely had worse. For the most part, the promise of seeing the cloaking device once again has kept his mood up. Also heartening: when he asked after the tent winches he left with the People, he found that two of three of them were still functional, if a bit crunchy due to grit. So that was nice.
Anyway, he's here now, bundled against the landscape's whims, goggles standing by on his forehead and all.
"It's not a shield, exactly... more of an illusion. But loose sand may be affected by prolonged interaction with its energy field. There was no opportunity to make those observations last time. If so, and should it have piled high enough to form a bank, such an anomalous shape could stand out to anyone with an eye for the landscape. Failing that," now he's rummaging in his satchel, "I could attempt to attune one of our thaumoscopes to its signature."
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Viktor is having no such day himself, although he's definitely had worse. For the most part, the promise of seeing the cloaking device once again has kept his mood up. Also heartening: when he asked after the tent winches he left with the People, he found that two of three of them were still functional, if a bit crunchy due to grit. So that was nice.
Anyway, he's here now, bundled against the landscape's whims, goggles standing by on his forehead and all.
"It's not a shield, exactly... more of an illusion. But loose sand may be affected by prolonged interaction with its energy field. There was no opportunity to make those observations last time. If so, and should it have piled high enough to form a bank, such an anomalous shape could stand out to anyone with an eye for the landscape. Failing that," now he's rummaging in his satchel, "I could attempt to attune one of our thaumoscopes to its signature."