[ Somehow he manages to keep himself from flinching. So she... noticed. Stupid, of course she noticed; she'd have to be blind not to. Best course of action: pretend nothing happened, Leo decides, leading the way over to a table covered in blueprints and pencils and rulers and sketches. ]
Drafting table. These are all old; whoever was here last left some genius designs behind.
[ And one that still stood out to him - the ship with the dragon masthead. Every time he comes this way he finds himself staring, but he can't help it. That's his drawing, only... a real blueprint. Something that could actually be built. Back when the wind took the crayon version away, he'd never thought he would see it again. ]
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Drafting table. These are all old; whoever was here last left some genius designs behind.
[ And one that still stood out to him - the ship with the dragon masthead. Every time he comes this way he finds himself staring, but he can't help it. That's his drawing, only... a real blueprint. Something that could actually be built. Back when the wind took the crayon version away, he'd never thought he would see it again. ]