He could have just mentioned Persephone. Everyone knows that one.
Shaun was fortunate that Altaïr was already familiar with the vague sketches of twenty-first century life, or he would have asked about everything. He knew that planes existed, that there was a new continent, that people could talk to each other instantly through handheld glowing tiles, and that chocolate was about the most delicious dessert in existence.
His eyes glittered with barely-contained excitement. Ah yes, perfect, he decided he wanted to ask as many plane-riders as possible about their experience. Crowd-sourcing firsthand accounts was his preferred way of gathering travel information.
"Describe to me," he spoke slowly, eyes fixed on him, "what it feels like when it takes off..." He lifted his calloused fingers in a vague flapping gesture.
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Shaun was fortunate that Altaïr was already familiar with the vague sketches of twenty-first century life, or he would have asked about everything. He knew that planes existed, that there was a new continent, that people could talk to each other instantly through handheld glowing tiles, and that chocolate was about the most delicious dessert in existence.
His eyes glittered with barely-contained excitement. Ah yes, perfect, he decided he wanted to ask as many plane-riders as possible about their experience. Crowd-sourcing firsthand accounts was his preferred way of gathering travel information.
"Describe to me," he spoke slowly, eyes fixed on him, "what it feels like when it takes off..." He lifted his calloused fingers in a vague flapping gesture.