It's not magic, it's science. It's ... hah, this is so difficult to explain. Imagine a huge metal man with wings, able to transform into something like a bird - that's what I pilot. It's all to do with mechanics and energy.
Yeah! That's a great way of describing it. It's called Tristan. You'd love it, Alayne, I could take you right up past the clouds so you could look down on the sunlight itself.
If I did, there would be no walls that could hold me. [Freer with her words than she usually would be, but she knows that these can be assigned to simple girlish wishful thinking, and therefore sees no great harm in them.]
I know little of swords and armour, but I know enough of this, I think, for even a bastard girl has her duties. There is naught to do but rise to them as best we can.
As in stories, where kings and queens treat their stableboys with the same kindness as their councilmen, and knights protect the weak and the innocent?
Knights are generally the worst warmongers of all, if they can protect a single person in their lifetime then it's practically a feat of impossibility. Most don't bother, you're right.
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Then it is your armour that can fly?
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You sound very proud of your armour, Gino. Are you still looking forward to flying in Hogwarts?
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I wished for wings, once.
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downin. ]Did you get them?
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Perhaps it is so.
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I don't revere that sort of person, not at all.
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Then to what end did you swear your oaths?
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