Reunion
space-killer
With a simple nod, Maki let herself drop her shoulders and give a little room for Auburn. She understood, but in the end, Auburn was right and being a guardian only emphasized their importance in this whole mess. The thought of that overwhelming sense of responsibility and dread was immediately pushed to the corners of her mind, for now.
Quickly clearing her throat, she spoke with a more confident tone. “That sounds brilliant,” Maki answered, returning the hug before separating so that she could start to collect her things and sort of suit up for their walk. In about a minute or sp she was ready to go, her things merely a pack or two. “So where does this madame hang out exactly? I’m picturing a treehouse. Or just straight up in a tree. I’m not picky.”
“Oh, hardly that glamorous.” Auburn laughs. “She’s up on the balcony of the barn usually, got a good view of the area. It’s her favorite, because the stairs are rotted, so often if someone comes to bother her they fall, and just make it harder for the next person.” Auburn chuckles.
She looks up at the sound of jumpships overhead, a cluster flying low overhead and settling close by in the field. “Those look like they came from the City.” She comments, a faint smile. “More made it. That’s good.” Her voice is soft, and hope is there.
“We’ll be able to see them come in from Hawthorne’s perch. It’s this way.” She leads the way through the thin trees, not back to the refugee tents but towards the looming barn and other outbuildings.
Maki remembers the vast barn, complete with the ship inside. She smiled in amusement, picturing the situation where one does fall down some dusty stairs. ”Oh, brilliant.”
The ships that were pointed out, a colorful array on an open field, did look from the City. Aside from the standard markings to tag all City crafts, there seemed to be signs of wear, maybe battle. She couldn’t tell precisely from the distance, but the nervous feeling that climbed up her throat didn’t do much to calm her nerves.
“Of course, lead me away darling,” Maki agreed, looking away from the line of airships. She held on to Auburn’s words, that these were good signs, and became hopeful any passengers made it out alright. “And I’m sorry for the trouble love, but is Hawthorne a guardian or just a regular fine lady? I’m impressed either way.”










