[ He glanced up with his human eyes at the evening sky — the violet was now an ink spill slowly bleeding in. It was a sight that could lull him into believing it was real even after the hundreds of times he had spent here. The choice of location felt appropriate, revealing an illusion in an even larger one. ]
It does, but since space travel throws off the circadian rhythm in people, no one wanders in during its twilight hours too often. [ The comment and his voice were a bit off — momentarily distracted, answering rhetorical questions to fill space.
He didn't necessarily need to 'look' back at Yennefer to see she hadn't moved. One set of eyes was looking elsewhere, but another was still trained on her. Only when he did had Drift slid off the hood and stood on the ground with all the solidity of a man. ]
I am sorry — I wasn't hiding anything. It was only afterward that it even crossed my mind to be more forthcoming. [ There truthfully wasn't much going on at all upstairs when this had all started. He hadn't been thinking.
Drift looked at the point of his show that dug in the spring soft ground under the long grass as he gave one momentary fidget before saying: ] I shouldn't leave you in suspense.
[ — And then he was gone. The man standing there hadn't disappeared with any dramatic flare. There wasn't any puff of smoke or rattle of mysterious thunder. Drift was there was a moment only to abruptly flicker out of existence with all the fanfare of getting too close to a mirage.
The machine left behind then lurched. The flank of its white paneling shot outward as if it suffered an explosion from within, only for every jettisoned segment to remain attached, revealing that each moving part was working in concert. Metal slid against metal smoothly without colliding or scraping against each other as one shape formed another.
Then, standing there in the grass, was a man. This creature was nearly three meters in height and barely human in appearance. Made of metal and something that moved expressively like human flesh while still holding that alien, inorganic quality like quicksilver. The burning blue-white eyes were set in a face with almost familiar contours obscured by the helm that framed it. The face even had the same wane smile that was still so grim and weatherworn. ]
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It does, but since space travel throws off the circadian rhythm in people, no one wanders in during its twilight hours too often. [ The comment and his voice were a bit off — momentarily distracted, answering rhetorical questions to fill space.
He didn't necessarily need to 'look' back at Yennefer to see she hadn't moved. One set of eyes was looking elsewhere, but another was still trained on her. Only when he did had Drift slid off the hood and stood on the ground with all the solidity of a man. ]
I am sorry — I wasn't hiding anything. It was only afterward that it even crossed my mind to be more forthcoming. [ There truthfully wasn't much going on at all upstairs when this had all started. He hadn't been thinking.
Drift looked at the point of his show that dug in the spring soft ground under the long grass as he gave one momentary fidget before saying: ] I shouldn't leave you in suspense.
[ — And then he was gone. The man standing there hadn't disappeared with any dramatic flare. There wasn't any puff of smoke or rattle of mysterious thunder. Drift was there was a moment only to abruptly flicker out of existence with all the fanfare of getting too close to a mirage.
The machine left behind then lurched. The flank of its white paneling shot outward as if it suffered an explosion from within, only for every jettisoned segment to remain attached, revealing that each moving part was working in concert. Metal slid against metal smoothly without colliding or scraping against each other as one shape formed another.
Then, standing there in the grass, was a man. This creature was nearly three meters in height and barely human in appearance. Made of metal and something that moved expressively like human flesh while still holding that alien, inorganic quality like quicksilver. The burning blue-white eyes were set in a face with almost familiar contours obscured by the helm that framed it. The face even had the same wane smile that was still so grim and weatherworn. ]
Hi. [ Drift said ]