Usually, she can't look at it directly for too long, even like this. There's too much going on. Focusing on one detail reveals ten more she never noticed before-- and ten more besides. Until mere observation becomes too labyrinthine to escape. She has no such trouble now. She just sees it, feels it there as if it's physically present, given a weight its species hasn't possessed since a time when her own was still debating if it wanted to be one cell, or two. Seeing her seeing it, it greets her with a cozy rumble. Wind and thunder given melody.
(slightly modified) Excerpt/WIP illustration from the ongoing B5 fix-it fic I've been kicking around.
Designing what the Vorlons must have looked like before they 'ascended' into beings of pure energy was a very fun exercise, and one I enjoyed doing quite a bit. I hope to have the above illo done soonish.
