A dark skinned woman with a primitive looking but apparently fully functional prosthetic arm dressed like she had raided Benjamin Franklin's closet squinted at the mine through a pair of elaborate looking spectacles that had at least three adjustable lenses per eye. The mine was pitch black as far as she was concerned. The glasses, at least, let her see the flow of magic over everything in it. It wasn't exactly vision, but it let her vaguely make out the outlines of everything around her. It also let her see people without trouble and through walls, as complicated vortexes that distorted the flow of magic around them in infinitely intricate and complex patterns. It was almost beautiful.
Regardless of how quiet you were being, Samata called out to you long before you were actually in view. "I say! I don't suppose you have a match? Or a lantern? Or a sedan chair carried by handsome servants?"
The last one is PROBABLY a joke.
-2-
"How do they work, do you think?"
Samata was standing out of the way of the working mining tools, peering at them curiously through the magic spectacles. As they didn't really have a consciousness, they were only vaguely visible to her. She thought the one she was looking at right now was most likely a shovel. "They have no odic field, obviously, so there must be something else controlling them. I just can't tell WHAT."
Her gaze shifted to just generally surveying the world around her. "It's almost like the whole mine is some kind of giant...not-quite-living creature."
Samata Mahto | OC
A dark skinned woman with a primitive looking but apparently fully functional prosthetic arm dressed like she had raided Benjamin Franklin's closet squinted at the mine through a pair of elaborate looking spectacles that had at least three adjustable lenses per eye. The mine was pitch black as far as she was concerned. The glasses, at least, let her see the flow of magic over everything in it. It wasn't exactly vision, but it let her vaguely make out the outlines of everything around her. It also let her see people without trouble and through walls, as complicated vortexes that distorted the flow of magic around them in infinitely intricate and complex patterns. It was almost beautiful.
Regardless of how quiet you were being, Samata called out to you long before you were actually in view. "I say! I don't suppose you have a match? Or a lantern? Or a sedan chair carried by handsome servants?"
The last one is PROBABLY a joke.
-2-
"How do they work, do you think?"
Samata was standing out of the way of the working mining tools, peering at them curiously through the magic spectacles. As they didn't really have a consciousness, they were only vaguely visible to her. She thought the one she was looking at right now was most likely a shovel. "They have no odic field, obviously, so there must be something else controlling them. I just can't tell WHAT."
Her gaze shifted to just generally surveying the world around her. "It's almost like the whole mine is some kind of giant...not-quite-living creature."