Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-24852191-20180213003246/@comment-5647250-20180216181813

Christen: (she steps up to him and looks down at him from her full height) And who are you to give me orders?

(Briefly, as though an illusion, the sailor sees the image of Christen in ancient finery. Sitting on a grand throne of wood and bone, looking down on him in judgement. A crown glimmers on her brow like fire. The vision fades, leaving him a bit shaken as Christen continues to stare down at him waiting for a response.)