florwrote.
“ … Hey, Airy, do you know how to pilot an airship? ”
Ringabel sighs as he practically sprawls over the wheel. (He is, of course, careful not to let it change their course).
He doesn’t mind piloting the ship. Of course he doesn’t. What he said about flying to the ends of the earth for Edea and the others still stands.
But even so… it can get so very tiring. And weariness is something all too commonplace for him as of late.
That, and… it can get lonely, being at the helm for so long while the others are… Crystals know where else, given the size of Grandship.
@evilflight / ( sc. )
Truth be told, Airy is beyond bored. Beauty naps can only go so far to make time pass, with their destination still quite a few days of travel ahead--- and, much to her chagrin, the bane of her existence is the only one in their ragtag group eligible for company as of now, with Edea focused on equipment maintenance ( last time she had almost centered her with an arrow while testing a newly acquired bow. no, thank you ) and the two bumpkins off to... Wherever, doing crystals know what. Being disgustingly saccharine, in all likelihood. Perhaps she should not let Agnès so far off her sight, but there is only so much of those two lovebirds she can take.
Ringabel needs to be closely observed too, she supposes. Might as well indulge him, if only for her own amusement.
❝ Of course not. Have you seen the size of this thing? ❞ Comes her reply. As if to demonstrate her point the fairy takes a few twirls around the helm before coming to rest atop a handle with a graceful flutter of wings. ❝ Cryst-Fairies are delicate, you know? I don’t think I could even budge this without hurting myself! ❞














