there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"Okay, open your eyes."
Odds are good that Flora will have been able to guess where they're going purely based on the hush of the trees beneath The Ark as they descend towards the Greatwood, especially if she's grown up around it; even so, he's refused to let her open her eyes and see for herself until the Observatory and its skyport comes into view. Night has all but fallen, and as the last fingers of dusk stroke the horizon, already the first of Safrin's stars are peeking their way out.
Jack can only imagine what the blaze of leaves in the woods looks like in the full light of day; for now, even as darkness almost covers the wild expanse of trees, he can pick out ambers and reds and golds from branches still laden with colour. Having fallen quiet despite the fact that this is Flora's birthday surprise (this is Jack's first time having seen a proper forest, you know), the captain tilts his head thoughtfully as they descend into the skyport.
Treetrunks laden with fireflies, will-o-wisps and other lanterns illuminate the way, and a mix of Fae and others rush forward to help The Ark into harbour; evidently it has been some time since there were visitors to the Sidhe Village, wild and untamed as it has now become. "Happy birthday," Jack says with a smirk over his shoulder to the Doubletake when they are finally able to disembark, holding out a hand to help her down the gangplank.
Having left his coat in his cabin for the evening's adventure, he's dressed as if to match the Greatwood in a forest green shirt and a waistcoat of deep mahogany, his dark hair swept back from his face; since Flora had cut it for him in Longheat, it's already starting to curl back around his shoulders.
Odds are good that Flora will have been able to guess where they're going purely based on the hush of the trees beneath The Ark as they descend towards the Greatwood, especially if she's grown up around it; even so, he's refused to let her open her eyes and see for herself until the Observatory and its skyport comes into view. Night has all but fallen, and as the last fingers of dusk stroke the horizon, already the first of Safrin's stars are peeking their way out.
Jack can only imagine what the blaze of leaves in the woods looks like in the full light of day; for now, even as darkness almost covers the wild expanse of trees, he can pick out ambers and reds and golds from branches still laden with colour. Having fallen quiet despite the fact that this is Flora's birthday surprise (this is Jack's first time having seen a proper forest, you know), the captain tilts his head thoughtfully as they descend into the skyport.
Treetrunks laden with fireflies, will-o-wisps and other lanterns illuminate the way, and a mix of Fae and others rush forward to help The Ark into harbour; evidently it has been some time since there were visitors to the Sidhe Village, wild and untamed as it has now become. "Happy birthday," Jack says with a smirk over his shoulder to the Doubletake when they are finally able to disembark, holding out a hand to help her down the gangplank.
Having left his coat in his cabin for the evening's adventure, he's dressed as if to match the Greatwood in a forest green shirt and a waistcoat of deep mahogany, his dark hair swept back from his face; since Flora had cut it for him in Longheat, it's already starting to curl back around his shoulders.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
