[center][h1][color=D3D3D3][b]Dominika Kovač Pignatelli[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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A shift had occurred in the Scion of Metal as the topic anchored on the practical applications of magic and she seemed at once at ease. Magitech was something Dominika could understand. It was something she could grab on to like a drowning person desperately grabbing for a lifebuoy. The reappearance and fading of the very adorable Scion of Light had heralded a welcome new arrival. She could see the happiness in Ioanna's eyes and felt her heart swell with a kindred feeling. It was easy, pleasant even, to let herself be swept along by the young woman's cheerful disposition and her guileless charm. The care with which Dame Gusev attended to her child charge was touching. There was obvious affection in her actions and words. More importantly to the Scion of Metal, awe emanated from Ionna in heavy waves at the mere presence of the veteran Templar and Dominika desired nothing more than to encourage such joys in her protector. Entering the conversation once more with renewed delight, Dominika gestured politely at the two Templars, indicating at visor and eyes of Sir Chaudoir and Dame Gusev respectively. 

"Our lands profit much from the judicious application of mana," she said, her voice a flowing river adorned with flowers, in the melodic register so characteristic of the Lorenzians. "I built ships once. I was a shipwright in Pogona. This work, your visor and your eye, they are different. Very fine, very delicate. The magitech of ship is different. The engines and the mana batteries. They are...delicate in a different way, but far simpler. It must please the Goddess greatly to see her children help each other thus."

In the background Dominika could almost make out the details of a serious conversation which she was sure she had no desire to take part. The Scion of Fire was not a quite man. It did not change that murder was a matter that left her only full of sadness and dread. So Dominika smiled again Ionna, focusing on the barely contained excitement that had taken hold of Ionna. The Goddess would understand, in such troubled times, a little bit of happiness was a mercy.

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