I will not be brave, but I'm grateful to get through
It had taken the aviator a good hour or so of silent but intense deliberation to figure out both what needed to be done and in what order. Once he'd decided and had committed his plan to paper, he was off without hesitation, boarding La Verbena and flying through the night.
First, he would take the honey that he and Mateo had harvested to Flora. That her arm hadn't improved worried him about as much as her ever-shortening temper. If magical means hadn't healed her wound, perhaps more mundane but tried and true remedies would. His mother had suggested it; for centuries honey had been used as both a disinfectant and salve to encourage wounds to heal.
Second, he'd go to the beach to record (diligently, of course) what he saw in the sky.
Third, he'd see if perhaps he could speak with someone about a medical resource-share program between Stormbreak and Torchline.
So, wearing a sweater knitted for him by his mother with a rain jacket overtop to protect against the weather, Everest had set off with his bag once he'd safely moored Mateo's schooner. Reaching Flora's home and wondering if perhaps he shouldn't have gone to the Tavern instead, the aviator reasoned that since he was already here he might as well knock on the door.
First, he would take the honey that he and Mateo had harvested to Flora. That her arm hadn't improved worried him about as much as her ever-shortening temper. If magical means hadn't healed her wound, perhaps more mundane but tried and true remedies would. His mother had suggested it; for centuries honey had been used as both a disinfectant and salve to encourage wounds to heal.
Second, he'd go to the beach to record (diligently, of course) what he saw in the sky.
Third, he'd see if perhaps he could speak with someone about a medical resource-share program between Stormbreak and Torchline.
So, wearing a sweater knitted for him by his mother with a rain jacket overtop to protect against the weather, Everest had set off with his bag once he'd safely moored Mateo's schooner. Reaching Flora's home and wondering if perhaps he shouldn't have gone to the Tavern instead, the aviator reasoned that since he was already here he might as well knock on the door.
