10-23-2013, 10:42 PM
Spade was clearly enchanted. Like a child entering Wonderland his eyes didn't so much dart from place to place but trace the metalwork from place to place, following the elegant lines within the structure. The symmetry of the room was pure artistry yet the organic curves in the pipes and struts provided a natural beauty of it's own. But there was more... the third engine, shrouded in linen. He wanted to ask Crispin about it but the way he seemed to avoid it made him think the better of it. With those scorch marks and the clear damage in around the item it was clear this thing was at least some source of stress for him in the past.
The words his host was saying finally caught in his ears and it stopped him short. "You said you built these? Like... you built this ship? All of it? You didn't hire a crew or anything?" Speaking of crew... the ship seemed to be void of anyone else. "Um... is everyone having a break?"
He had to double step to catch up with Crispin but as he did so his jacket caught onto one of the ornate curls of the grate covering some of the mechanics and torn a hole at it's pocket. He grit his teeth and inspected it... it had sounded pretty bad, but he could repair it... his mother would kick up a fuss, though.
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