so_dark_a_road: (these are my brass knuckles)

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2021-09-20 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Curufin feels the questioning, the curiosity.

"Ah. . . what is down there, around and below the islands?" He remembers that the basic information described these as floating islands. He hasn't gone to the edge of the arrival island to verify the meaning of that phrase, though he means to do that soon. "Is it water? Or is it atmosphere? When I was thinking of a boat, that would be a wooden vehicle that can float on water, and it can be rowed with wooden oars, devices that allow the sailor to push the water and thereby move the boat across it in any direction they wish. But if there is no water, that won't work. Unless there is some kind of magic here that would allow a wooden boat to float on air."

He thinks. "Is there any way to get from one island to another besides the bridges? Are there aircraft that can fly across the islands? I can get a crew together to fix a bridge, but we would need something to stand on, and some way to tow the fragments of bridges into position. Actually, I can build just about anything, as I'm a craftsman and an engineer."
Edited 2021-09-20 12:31 (UTC)