A Meeting of Minds - Formerly Persia, early 1900s
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Lorena drifted closer, examining the target of her interest from the deck of her slowly descending airship.
Head bowed even in the shade, the being, surely a man with that stature, continued on his trek, seemingly unaware of her presence.
Not often did that happen...She'd had people try to flag her down as she sailed at higher altitudes. People with perfectly healthy camel transportation...
If she wanted to tote camels along on desert trips, she'd take a land route...Not that Lorena planned on doing any such thing. Smelly, nasty beasts, camels. Her nose crinkled at the thought, and her point-tipped ears twitched, setting loose a cacophony from the bells that dangled from their lengths.
Lorena steered her ship closer, holding the wheel steady with one hand as she peered over the edge of her railing, pulling her goggles up from her eyes and wincing as her eyes registered the change in brightness.
And just as she gathered breath to call down to him, his wings folded back halfway, and broken eyes stared up at her, and she choked on her own voice and held onto the railing like a lifeline.
The voice that drifted through the air was his, and the words sounded ancient to her ears. "Does it please you to see me thus? Wounded and un-homed?"
How could one possibly respond to that?
Note: I feel like my titles are misleading right about now. XD;
Part 2
Part 3
Lorena drifted closer, examining the target of her interest from the deck of her slowly descending airship.
Head bowed even in the shade, the being, surely a man with that stature, continued on his trek, seemingly unaware of her presence.
Not often did that happen...She'd had people try to flag her down as she sailed at higher altitudes. People with perfectly healthy camel transportation...
If she wanted to tote camels along on desert trips, she'd take a land route...Not that Lorena planned on doing any such thing. Smelly, nasty beasts, camels. Her nose crinkled at the thought, and her point-tipped ears twitched, setting loose a cacophony from the bells that dangled from their lengths.
Lorena steered her ship closer, holding the wheel steady with one hand as she peered over the edge of her railing, pulling her goggles up from her eyes and wincing as her eyes registered the change in brightness.
And just as she gathered breath to call down to him, his wings folded back halfway, and broken eyes stared up at her, and she choked on her own voice and held onto the railing like a lifeline.
The voice that drifted through the air was his, and the words sounded ancient to her ears. "Does it please you to see me thus? Wounded and un-homed?"
How could one possibly respond to that?
Note: I feel like my titles are misleading right about now. XD;