As his voice echoed in the halls that had been built to house thousands upon thousands of talented seeds who would have lived on and rebuilt the continent if this place had ever been used for the reason for which it had been built, the sovereigns couldn't help but smile before returning to whatever they had been doing before Daneel had interrupted them by suddenly speaking out loud.
Cassandra and Aran were both fussing over a miniature house that they were building in the air with elementary particles. It would change shape with each second – at one moment, it would be in the shape of a phoenix which would definitely send any architects running, and in another, it would change into the likeness of Aran's head, complete with a smug expression.
