Alcuin and Leonardo, cards arrayed in front of them.
Alcuin and Thorne, moving their counters around a board game.
The Hall of Games.
Or a least, it appears that way. But the people inside aren't d'Angeline nobles, but figures odder still. The white wolf. The blue Program. The carefree woman with the pompadour, who sometimes blurs and breaks apart into her twin. Monarchs dressed in eastern silks. A pair of matched automatons, one dangling in midair, the other coming down from midflight and unfolding itself into another sort of automaton, horseface and uncanny, the moment it touches the ground. One seven foot tall, shrouded in shadow. Another, horned and faceless. A misty figure that betimes resolves herself into a pink bunnerfly. An invisible man, shrouded in bandages. An eight-armed woman. A hollow-cheeked man in mourning black. An angel carrying a horn. A blindfolded woman enveloped in voluminous fabric. Masqued figures, silk and porcelain, sitting together.
The vision lasts only long enough for Alcuin to count the figures, before fading away.
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Alcuin and Leonardo, cards arrayed in front of them.
Alcuin and Thorne, moving their counters around a board game.
The Hall of Games.
Or a least, it appears that way. But the people inside aren't d'Angeline nobles, but figures odder still. The white wolf. The blue Program. The carefree woman with the pompadour, who sometimes blurs and breaks apart into her twin. Monarchs dressed in eastern silks. A pair of matched automatons, one dangling in midair, the other coming down from midflight and unfolding itself into another sort of automaton, horseface and uncanny, the moment it touches the ground. One seven foot tall, shrouded in shadow. Another, horned and faceless. A misty figure that betimes resolves herself into a pink bunnerfly. An invisible man, shrouded in bandages. An eight-armed woman. A hollow-cheeked man in mourning black. An angel carrying a horn. A blindfolded woman enveloped in voluminous fabric. Masqued figures, silk and porcelain, sitting together.
The vision lasts only long enough for Alcuin to count the figures, before fading away.