// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Lena didn’t offer the notions of increasing smuggling via skyboats; something she’d learned on multiple trips below Stormbreak’s thresholds. At one point, it had caused a modicum of wariness – and reflected poorly upon them, much like Torchline’s own heralded histories – but with everything else going on, it had taken a so-called backseat to the ongoing sedition.
Quiet, as it was.
“Mm. Maybe one day you’ll get to try for yourself,” she smiled in return, shading her eyes and glancing across the horizon. She’d had no fear of heights, nor flying – it was a liberating feeling, to be so totally in control of one’s form, diving, hovering upon thermals and wind. As for storms, she arched a brow. “Probably – though I’ll say I’m not heavily involved in any of that. But I wouldn’t be surprised if our sky pilots have figured out ways to manage around them.”
Quiet, as it was.
“Mm. Maybe one day you’ll get to try for yourself,” she smiled in return, shading her eyes and glancing across the horizon. She’d had no fear of heights, nor flying – it was a liberating feeling, to be so totally in control of one’s form, diving, hovering upon thermals and wind. As for storms, she arched a brow. “Probably – though I’ll say I’m not heavily involved in any of that. But I wouldn’t be surprised if our sky pilots have figured out ways to manage around them.”
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
