[ Those words are music of her ears. Seiga takes the strand of hair, and in another hand conjures up a small vile to place it in. She looks at it through the small magnification the curved surface brings, musing over her other question. ] A ship...?
That should be a lot easier-- ah, unless the ship is also sentient.
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That should be a lot easier-- ah, unless the ship is also sentient.