Varya had been burning the candle at both ends as her project kept her up at night and excitement to keep working woke her up early each morning. There hadn't been a project that motivated her this much since she left Earth. Using her mind made her feel more alive than anything else.
After all the time she put into the invention, she was nearly finished and her blue eyes brushed over what seemed to be a light grey, metal gun sitting on the table in the prince's quarters. She was proud at how sleek it turned out despite the lack of materials she had.
