checking out the threads
Aldrea didn't enjoy the feelings of claustrophobia several sections of the ship seemed to exude. Esplin didn't mind, but the idea of a Yeerk minding tight spaces was absurd in his mind. Yeerks not liking the sensations and capacity they expanded into while in a Host body, certainly. He didn't personally understand that, but he was at least aware that not every Yeerk enjoyed life beyond the pool.
He was, however, currently acting as an Andalite, and the tension she felt was something he displayed in subtle ways as he moved toward the sensorium containing this "Tapestry" he'd read about. The omnicomm's messages were interesting reading, and this Tapestry, paired with what he could find in the Media Library, was one of the things he'd decided he needed to see for himself.
He wasn't sure what he expected, but the reality of the Tapestry in the middle of so much white space was starkly different from anything he'd had in mind. For a moment, it was like reliving his first experience in a host, seeing again for the very first time.
This device could help guide them. If they were patient, and Esplin knew on some level he wasn't as patient as he used to be. There was some battle coming up that the crew on this ship was expected to fight in, if he wasn't all that concerned about that -- yet.
Moving toward the Tapestry, Aldrea nodded her head toward the very thing that seemed to fill the room with presence. Everything was meant to be recorded in here, wasn't it? Best to keep that in mind.
He greeted the Tapesty politely, one stalk eye focused on the entrance while the other tried following the patterns of the Tapestry itself. < Greetings, Tapestry. >
He was, however, currently acting as an Andalite, and the tension she felt was something he displayed in subtle ways as he moved toward the sensorium containing this "Tapestry" he'd read about. The omnicomm's messages were interesting reading, and this Tapestry, paired with what he could find in the Media Library, was one of the things he'd decided he needed to see for himself.
He wasn't sure what he expected, but the reality of the Tapestry in the middle of so much white space was starkly different from anything he'd had in mind. For a moment, it was like reliving his first experience in a host, seeing again for the very first time.
This device could help guide them. If they were patient, and Esplin knew on some level he wasn't as patient as he used to be. There was some battle coming up that the crew on this ship was expected to fight in, if he wasn't all that concerned about that -- yet.
Moving toward the Tapestry, Aldrea nodded her head toward the very thing that seemed to fill the room with presence. Everything was meant to be recorded in here, wasn't it? Best to keep that in mind.
He greeted the Tapesty politely, one stalk eye focused on the entrance while the other tried following the patterns of the Tapestry itself. < Greetings, Tapestry. >