[Cid had also taken in everything, though his eyes may have gleamed a bit in fascination at the cables he saw running on the ceiling used for the lights and other fixtures, something he realizes is not using candles or flame. There is also the difference in the rigging and other...strange things he's never seen before on the deck. Machinations and devices that remind him a little of some of the designs he and Mid had worked on back at the Hideaway. Yet here, it all seems even more advances.
Just what kind of technology...?
And then there were the different sorts of people. ...If he could call them that. They were already exposed to a few, but on deck it's quite obvious that humans are not the only beings that live in this place. Human-sized, sometimes larger, animals walked as if it were natural. Creatures he's never seen himself. Birds, seals...was that a tuna!?
If this is a dream caused by the Mothercrystal, then they've been using the bloody things all wrong this entire time—
In any case, after learning what they need from the...colorful bird, he finds Benedikta and steps up beside to also stare at the island.
...
That is definitely a turtle.]
Seems like it.
[Yet he makes no move just yet, just staring out ahead, the cool wind and the smell of the sea so strong. Even the stray spray of water feels real.]
...Doesn't seem real, does it? Like one fucked up dream after a long night of drinking or some hallucinogenic. Though I doubt even my creative mind could come up with something like this.
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Just what kind of technology...?
And then there were the different sorts of people. ...If he could call them that. They were already exposed to a few, but on deck it's quite obvious that humans are not the only beings that live in this place. Human-sized, sometimes larger, animals walked as if it were natural. Creatures he's never seen himself. Birds, seals...was that a tuna!?
If this is a dream caused by the Mothercrystal, then they've been using the bloody things all wrong this entire time—
In any case, after learning what they need from the...colorful bird, he finds Benedikta and steps up beside to also stare at the island.
...
That is definitely a turtle.]
Seems like it.
[Yet he makes no move just yet, just staring out ahead, the cool wind and the smell of the sea so strong. Even the stray spray of water feels real.]
...Doesn't seem real, does it? Like one fucked up dream after a long night of drinking or some hallucinogenic. Though I doubt even my creative mind could come up with something like this.