"There's a reason she doesn't touch ground 'cept for repairs," Tal assured the hunter. Sure enough, he kept a little extra space between her keel and the ground - perhaps fifteen feet up - as he angled for a patch of grass next to one of the craters that looked green and lush from Flowerbirth's arrival. The Peregrine slowed to a hover with only a gentle drift from the breeze, but even that was soon halted as Tal dropped the ground anchor and Boreal flew down to make sure it was caught firmly in the sod.
The rope ladder went over the railing next, and then two athletic young men shimmied down next to the scarred and broken landscape. Any heat had long since dissipated, leaving only the craters and their landing scars, like desolate tails stretching back along their angle of arrival.
Cautious as ever, Tal used a stick to poke into the area of the scar rather than risk his own skin, then began using it to turn over rocks and clods of dirt. "I'm tryin' t'see if there're any worms or bugs in th'fucked up parts," he offered by way of explanation as Boreal came to rest her big, heavy head on his shoulder to look over at what new game he was playing now. "Anythin' proper an' alive."
The rope ladder went over the railing next, and then two athletic young men shimmied down next to the scarred and broken landscape. Any heat had long since dissipated, leaving only the craters and their landing scars, like desolate tails stretching back along their angle of arrival.
Cautious as ever, Tal used a stick to poke into the area of the scar rather than risk his own skin, then began using it to turn over rocks and clods of dirt. "I'm tryin' t'see if there're any worms or bugs in th'fucked up parts," he offered by way of explanation as Boreal came to rest her big, heavy head on his shoulder to look over at what new game he was playing now. "Anythin' proper an' alive."
