He stared at his gloved hands, watching the faint teal light ripple across the fabric like liquid glass. The material drank in the glow and released it in soft gradients that traced every seam, every subtle bend of his fingers…
He gazed out into the vastness and called aloud, though he was not at all prepared for the answer he received. For there, rushing toward him at a most alarming speed, came a creature both man and horse….
There was something not quite right about the window. It was, for all intents and purposes, doing its job. A separation between inside and outside with a visible line of sight through the glass…