Sennara turns the page, and doesn't begin straight away, first hatching lines into grid. Hers isn't an artist's hand, no prettier than the sketch Yseult's abandoned. But it can be accurate.
"Priority?"
She has her own ideas of that, eyes shining back against so much blue. A very large lyrium crystal, suspended in the chamber, that's what the girl had spoken of. This is something altogether different.
Her mouth pulls, tongue-tip through teeth, guessing at scale. One square to ten feet?
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Sennara turns the page, and doesn't begin straight away, first hatching lines into grid. Hers isn't an artist's hand, no prettier than the sketch Yseult's abandoned. But it can be accurate.
"Priority?"
She has her own ideas of that, eyes shining back against so much blue. A very large lyrium crystal, suspended in the chamber, that's what the girl had spoken of. This is something altogether different.
Her mouth pulls, tongue-tip through teeth, guessing at scale. One square to ten feet?