As each orb was shifted, it caused Azier to become disoriented. It felt like the world itself moved around when he waved his hands, and at first he couldn't catch the controls of his current situation.
When he tiled up, things moved down - when he tilted down, things moved up. It felt wrong at first, but eventually he got a good feel of it as he realized he had to shift from the 'front' of head to the 'back'.
...Like one of those creepy old puppets his aunt used to have. If he just felt from the back of his spine it all made sense. When the puppeteer pulled his string backwards, he tilted upwards.
Easy to understand. Hard to master - like everything in life it seemed.
It was a good thing Ilsandra's face was still fresh in his memory. Not that it would be easy, though - she looked scattered and warped and some nodes were burned out, or dim - like Natalie had tried to destroy the very scenes herself.
