Nobody raised a word of protest when Sienna-Rose named the vessel Emerald Veil. The name seemed inevitable, as if the ship had whispered it into her ear long before she gave it voice. Its jade-green hull gleamed like polished stone beneath the sun, streaked with gold accents that caught every glimmer of light, and no one could deny that the vessel mirrored its owner, the sorceress with emerald hair and eyes that burnt with the same otherworldly luster.
The ship is hers in every sense, from name to soul. When they first stepped inside, silence fell over the group. Even Ulysses, usually quick with a jest, seemed to lose his tongue as the doors opened into a world few could have imagined. He had helped her with building the engine with magic runes, making luster, making light metal, and everything, but never imagined the interior would be this detailed.
