Rodion followed the duo as they led him down to the Karamzina. Passing the Grace, Rodion could not help but to comment on the ship. “Deva, I must commend your work on the Grace. Functionality is beauty, and in that sense, your Grace is truly a looker.” His emotionless voice carried out from his pale throat. However, he stopped breathing as the Karamzina came into view. It was an absolutely beautiful ship. 

Her sleek back curved gracefully, looking more like a beautiful glass sculpture than a machine of war. The long, thin fins stretched down underneath her. The engine rooms were located towards the front, underneath the main body of the beast. The Red Circle of Varya being the only thing to truly mar the beautiful creation. The fins, working as the hearth systems, circulating the ether throughout the ship, heating it with the engines themselves. “T’sukasa, that is, quite possibly, one of the most beautiful pieces of machinery that I have ever seen. Being biased, I must say that Madrys here is more beautiful, though.” Rodin’s attempt at humor failed as his face refused to change its expression. The dead pan features, sharp and handsome, though cold and distant, could not hide the light in the man’s eyes.

Walking up to the glass wall, Rodion studied the ship as well as he could. “T’sukasa, by chance, may a have the priviledge of seeing her blueprints?” Rodion’s breath began to fog up the glass, obscuring his view. Tearing himself away from the great, metal leviathan, Rodion’s eyes met Deva’s. Light blue and a blue that rivaled the ocean behind him. “That goes the same for you, Deva. If I may, I would like to study the Grace as well. If I remember correctly, you have been assigned as its head engineer, correct?” Rodion looked at the Karamzina from the corner of his eye. It truly was a beautiful machine and Rodion doubted if even T’sarae could have made it better.

Rodion tugged at the goggles around his neck. He couldn’t wait to get on the ship itself. As soon as he could get his feet on board, Rodion would be able to truly ‘see’ the ship. He would be able to feel the ether pulsing throughout the ship’s systems. The weight that had been riding on his shoulders lifted slightly as he began to anticipate the wondrous machinery within the vehicle. Undoubtedly, Rodion would be able to convert some of the principles into his own work. Ideas, unbidden and flowing, began to grow in Rodion’s mind. Thousands of ideas, combinations of different systems, grew in Rodion’s mind. Imagine, a core big enough for the Karamzina, a beast to hunt the great oceans. Yes, Rodion was a child of Varya. He was hungry, insatiable, but T’sarae also influenced him. His insatiable hunger wished for knowledge, creativity, and all things new.