Randvi nods. “One of the others told me they were like a large metal bird, but that's difficult to imagine.”
How people would safely fly on a bird, no matter how large, is a question that remains unanswered.
“And the tower is meant to be a lighthouse of sorts. For these ships.” That part is at least imaginable, though the light clearly no longer functions. “It seems to me that fire is more reliable than whatever lights it.”
She looks up at the unfamiliar constellations with a heavy sigh, thinking again of the many weeks of travel involved in Eivor’s planned voyage to Vinland, and Sigurd’s long absences.
“My people have travelled far, but it is often dangerous and time-consuming.”
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How people would safely fly on a bird, no matter how large, is a question that remains unanswered.
“And the tower is meant to be a lighthouse of sorts. For these ships.” That part is at least imaginable, though the light clearly no longer functions. “It seems to me that fire is more reliable than whatever lights it.”
She looks up at the unfamiliar constellations with a heavy sigh, thinking again of the many weeks of travel involved in Eivor’s planned voyage to Vinland, and Sigurd’s long absences.
“My people have travelled far, but it is often dangerous and time-consuming.”