"You mean the helicopter?" Vincent asked, raising an eyebrow. He could sense her eagerness despite her calm exterior, a flicker of excitement beneath her regal demeanor.
Velara's eyes sparkled with genuine fascination, a sharp contrast to the cold calculation that usually accompanied her expressions. "Helicopter? So that is its name," she mused, the faintest hint of a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "Yes, the one that soared through the skies as you arrived. I've never seen anything like it."
Vincent allowed himself a small smile. "Would you like to see it up close?"
The queen nodded, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that told him she wasn't merely curious—she was deeply interested. "Yes. Show me this 'helicopter.' I want to understand what makes it fly and how it works."
