RANDOM EVENT
The calves wheel away in wide, unbothered arcs, their massive bodies carving slow spirals through the aurora-lit sky as if the earlier collision were nothing more than a forgotten game. This time they pass beneath the Sugartide, their immense forms gliding through the darkness with a smooth, deliberate grace, and as they do, the air itself seems to swell and lift in their wake.
The displacement rolls upward like a hidden current, buoyant and powerful, pushing against the hull of the ship so that it rises in a lurch as though borne on an invisible tide rather than suspended in open sky. Stardust streams from the calves’ passage in shimmering ribbons that curl and eddy below, making the air beneath the ship look briefly alive with glittering undertow.
The displacement rolls upward like a hidden current, buoyant and powerful, pushing against the hull of the ship so that it rises in a lurch as though borne on an invisible tide rather than suspended in open sky. Stardust streams from the calves’ passage in shimmering ribbons that curl and eddy below, making the air beneath the ship look briefly alive with glittering undertow.
