[ One moment they're in the stuffy pod, the next — ]
Whoa.
[ They're at sea on a beautiful galleon who rides the waves like a hot knife through butter, sails taut with a strong breeze and sunshine gleaming on her warm wood. The sea reflects the clear blue sky as Fjord rushes over to the railing and he barks out a laugh as salty spray catches him in the face, staring down in astonished joy at the droplets he wipes off on a palm; overhead, gulls from a far-off coast screech as they wheel around; below, fish glimmer silver under the surface not so far away. ]
It's like magic! [ A very, very powerful illusion, perhaps. He looks up at Julian, grinning widely. ] Come over and see! The water is so clear.
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Whoa.
[ They're at sea on a beautiful galleon who rides the waves like a hot knife through butter, sails taut with a strong breeze and sunshine gleaming on her warm wood. The sea reflects the clear blue sky as Fjord rushes over to the railing and he barks out a laugh as salty spray catches him in the face, staring down in astonished joy at the droplets he wipes off on a palm; overhead, gulls from a far-off coast screech as they wheel around; below, fish glimmer silver under the surface not so far away. ]
It's like magic! [ A very, very powerful illusion, perhaps. He looks up at Julian, grinning widely. ] Come over and see! The water is so clear.