Snippet: FS, Gen, 'Whisper'
Windgust and wisps of upper atmosphere smog wrap the stratoscrapers with a tattered cloak - concealment, Aeryn thinks, not cover. Still, she accepts whatever armor she can find. The curtain window frame is cold against her back as she leans back and lets her arm drop. Her fingers relax. The empty bottle slips away and falls and before it leaves her grasp it is there - a faint whine of flesh over condensation and synthetic container. Few other sounds hole the haze that surrounds Aeryn and her window ledge.
The bottles disappear soundless into the haze. They should be lighter than they feel - it is not an effect of the incrementally heavier gravity. She feels so much slipping away as the containers squeal under her fingertips.
She empties the next one and this time her arm snaps and the bottle sails into the air stream. The speck tumbles before shrinking into a speck indistinguishable from the rest of the air pollution. She listens for this one. It might shatter against the far stratoscraper before reaching the surface.
The bottle descends, soundless.
- set during Choices, but no spoilers, really.