Sohalia
Sohalia rose from the ground gracefully and smoothed her skirts, hoping Tal didn't notice her trembling hands. It was ridiculous, really, this fear of skyships. Everyone used them, and she'd never heard of one crashing spontaneously. As long as she was with an experience pilot - and she was, she thought, glancing sidelong at her friend - she would be fine. She took a deep breath and followed Tal.The young woman was generally comfortable in skirts and dresses, but this was one time that she wished she had more appropriate clothing. As she watch Tal scurry up the rope ladder, she envied him his pants.
Then it was her turn, so she steeled her nerves and began to clamber up the rope ladder. Despite Tal's efforts, the ladder swung under her weight, and she clung to it stubbornly as she climbed ever higher. At least she wasn't afraid of heights!
As she climbed, she giggled softly. It might have just been her nerves, but the way the rope ladder was moving made her think of a swing hanging from a tree branch. She'd loved swings when she was younger, always wanting to swing higher and higher before jumping off to sail as far as she could through the air. This brought back those youthful, exciting memories, and by the time she reached the deck of the little boat, she'd grown calmer.
"So," she said curiously, "How does the Peregrine work?"
it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
