[ vash coats the remaining snow in another helping of tree sap before he lists against a nearby trunk, one leg bending at the knee and balancing on the toe of his boot. he turns the lacework of sticky syrup over and over in the bowl, hastening its freezing. ]
Mm. [ he finally swallows the candied piece he'd been nursing. ] No Man's Land is a desert planet. There's no sources of water or plant life. It's just rock and sand as far as the naked eye can see... and the last of humanity crash-landed on it about a century and a half ago.
[ vash offers geralt a small smile. ]
But it's home. For them and for me.
[ now comes the hard part. explaining his sisters to people who have no reference point comes with a lot of... descriptive hurdles.
but then he remembers he's in the horizon. ]
The Plants I'm talking about aren't like trees or flowers.
[ he pushes off the pine he's leaning against. he holds up his free hand and pinches his fingers together, concentrating for a moment before he spreads them like petals unfurling for the morning sun. he creates something in that moment. it starts out as small as a seed and grows until it's the size of an apple; it's bulb-like and gives off a soft blue glow that reflects off vash's glasses. it hovers there in his palm, and there's something undeniably affectionate in his eyes as he gazes at it. ]
They're biological generators, and they're responsible for humanity's continued survival. Without them, humans would have died within weeks after the crash. Given the right conditions and a system that can tune their habitat, they can make just about anything. Water, power, food-- even gravity. Though that last one isn't really necessary since no one's making trips into space anymore.
Most people think that's all they amount to, though. No different than a battery, or kindling. But they're more than that.
[ the tiny recreation in his hands starts to change, starts to bloom like a flower. the petals unfold like wings, revealing the human-like shape hidden underneath. ]
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Mm. [ he finally swallows the candied piece he'd been nursing. ] No Man's Land is a desert planet. There's no sources of water or plant life. It's just rock and sand as far as the naked eye can see... and the last of humanity crash-landed on it about a century and a half ago.
[ vash offers geralt a small smile. ]
But it's home. For them and for me.
[ now comes the hard part. explaining his sisters to people who have no reference point comes with a lot of... descriptive hurdles.
but then he remembers he's in the horizon. ]
The Plants I'm talking about aren't like trees or flowers.
[ he pushes off the pine he's leaning against. he holds up his free hand and pinches his fingers together, concentrating for a moment before he spreads them like petals unfurling for the morning sun. he creates something in that moment. it starts out as small as a seed and grows until it's the size of an apple; it's bulb-like and gives off a soft blue glow that reflects off vash's glasses. it hovers there in his palm, and there's something undeniably affectionate in his eyes as he gazes at it. ]
They're biological generators, and they're responsible for humanity's continued survival. Without them, humans would have died within weeks after the crash. Given the right conditions and a system that can tune their habitat, they can make just about anything. Water, power, food-- even gravity. Though that last one isn't really necessary since no one's making trips into space anymore.
Most people think that's all they amount to, though. No different than a battery, or kindling. But they're more than that.
[ the tiny recreation in his hands starts to change, starts to bloom like a flower. the petals unfold like wings, revealing the human-like shape hidden underneath. ]
They're alive.