The cabochon is set within a pentagon cut on a golden ring, pearls on either side of the miniature diorama within. Inside, a red sunset casts a sharp glow across a tiny rendition of soaring, snow-covered peaks, and black evergreens march down the slope from the tree-line.
A dome is present smack in the center of the ring: at first it appears to be made of something like sun-kissed marble and gold, but when looking closer, it's apparent that this is not a solid shape, but an exquisitely carved series of arcing (sometimes non-euclidian) vaulting buttresses that anchor into the mountain face, and into impossibly tall, narrow spires placed at the center and four quadrant-edges of the city.
Unlike Laedo's magic, which is only perceptible to the trained eye, the magic of the city of Sanctuary is revealed to all here in the form of a soap-bubble array of hues hovering over the surface of the dome, constantly shifting as though along magnetic poles. Little flecks of wings can occasionally be seen flitting in and out of the dome to give perspective, mostly gold and pearlescent like Laedo, but some in different hues. If one takes a jeweler's loupe to the piece, one can make out askans, riyalans, makanans, and occasionally earth-bound niteshans congregating and traversing the interior of the dome, worshipping at the central spire, or traveling a singular road that winds down the mountain-face from the dome into the forest.
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The cabochon is set within a pentagon cut on a golden ring, pearls on either side of the miniature diorama within. Inside, a red sunset casts a sharp glow across a tiny rendition of soaring, snow-covered peaks, and black evergreens march down the slope from the tree-line.
A dome is present smack in the center of the ring: at first it appears to be made of something like sun-kissed marble and gold, but when looking closer, it's apparent that this is not a solid shape, but an exquisitely carved series of arcing (sometimes non-euclidian) vaulting buttresses that anchor into the mountain face, and into impossibly tall, narrow spires placed at the center and four quadrant-edges of the city.
Unlike Laedo's magic, which is only perceptible to the trained eye, the magic of the city of Sanctuary is revealed to all here in the form of a soap-bubble array of hues hovering over the surface of the dome, constantly shifting as though along magnetic poles. Little flecks of wings can occasionally be seen flitting in and out of the dome to give perspective, mostly gold and pearlescent like Laedo, but some in different hues. If one takes a jeweler's loupe to the piece, one can make out askans, riyalans, makanans, and occasionally earth-bound niteshans congregating and traversing the interior of the dome, worshipping at the central spire, or traveling a singular road that winds down the mountain-face from the dome into the forest.