It's not until Glacius gives him an encouraging nudge that Carlisle snaps back to awareness, with whatever words he'd lost suddenly found. He starts with an exclamation, clearly startled by the contact.
"Ah!! I'm fine! Fine, I just- I've- I've never seen something like- like this, with the water and the sky and it just- it just keeps going, with no end."
Which is how most horizons work, but the last time he saw one so open, he was at the edge of a cliff in a jungle and psychically tethered to a possibly living spaceship, and even then, trees blocked most of the view. Bear Den sits surrounded by hills and mountains; the river that runs adjacent to the town leads down to the sea, but that's a far journey that Carlisle has never made himself, not even when his family was alive. This is the largest body of water he's ever seen, and much like the towering city, he's not entirely sure how to handle it, or the sun, or the glistening reflections of the emerging stars on the ocean's surface.
"And it's- it's not that we don't have oceans and the like in my world, but I- I've never seen one in person like this."
It's an illusion, Carlisle reminds himself. The false gods wouldn't simply transport their captives somewhere so free; however, in that moment, with the wind sweeping across his hair and the sea air filling his lungs, he can't help but both believe the view and be overwhelmed by it.
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"Ah!! I'm fine! Fine, I just- I've- I've never seen something like- like this, with the water and the sky and it just- it just keeps going, with no end."
Which is how most horizons work, but the last time he saw one so open, he was at the edge of a cliff in a jungle and psychically tethered to a possibly living spaceship, and even then, trees blocked most of the view. Bear Den sits surrounded by hills and mountains; the river that runs adjacent to the town leads down to the sea, but that's a far journey that Carlisle has never made himself, not even when his family was alive. This is the largest body of water he's ever seen, and much like the towering city, he's not entirely sure how to handle it, or the sun, or the glistening reflections of the emerging stars on the ocean's surface.
"And it's- it's not that we don't have oceans and the like in my world, but I- I've never seen one in person like this."
It's an illusion, Carlisle reminds himself. The false gods wouldn't simply transport their captives somewhere so free; however, in that moment, with the wind sweeping across his hair and the sea air filling his lungs, he can't help but both believe the view and be overwhelmed by it.