I think I can manage being collateral damage
Everest followed Tal’s glance toward the sun, mentally checking his own internal clock against the hour. The skyport wasn’t far, but there were still flight checks to run, manifests to review, and—if his schedule held—at least one conversation he was putting off until just before departure.
Still, he offered a small, genuine nod at the invitation. "I appreciate the offer," he said, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve with unconscious precision. "But I’ve got a flight to prep for and a list of things I should’ve already done."
The words weren’t dismissive—if anything, they were softened by the faint lift of one brow, the unspoken you understand floating in the space between them. "Clear skies, Talyson," he offered with a nod, already half in motion. "And maybe check your crates next time before trying to dance with them."
With that, the aviator moved off with the same quiet precision he’d arrived with, footsteps light, purposeful, and already calculating the wind.
~FIN
Still, he offered a small, genuine nod at the invitation. "I appreciate the offer," he said, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve with unconscious precision. "But I’ve got a flight to prep for and a list of things I should’ve already done."
The words weren’t dismissive—if anything, they were softened by the faint lift of one brow, the unspoken you understand floating in the space between them. "Clear skies, Talyson," he offered with a nod, already half in motion. "And maybe check your crates next time before trying to dance with them."
With that, the aviator moved off with the same quiet precision he’d arrived with, footsteps light, purposeful, and already calculating the wind.
~FIN
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