Post by Faolan Skye on Jun 9, 2014 6:03:44 GMT
As Skye rode the roting wooden pallet up to the airship docks, he wondered, not for the first time, what he was doing here. He could feel the slight sway of the lift as the wind ripped past around him, threatening to pick him and the four other passengers up like a leaf and send them over the edge. He could smell the grease the coated the thick ropes, a smell the stung his nose and caused the others to crinkle their faces up in distaste. Skye didn't mind it. Not any of it. He stood there with his hands folded behind his back as the tails of his uniform flapped behind him. He let it all mixed together, giving him a taste of freedom as sweet as any confection. Let the wind blow, let the platform sway, he wouldn't be falling any time soon.
The thing that made him wonder why he was up here, was entierly unrelated to his current physical location. The morning had started like any other, but with a certain added excitement. This morning was to be his first sparing session with Cait. To see what the woman was capable of had a certain appeal to him, and just to see her had another. What would she ware, in what style would she have her hair? Other questions not suitible to poilte discussion. He had dressed rather dashingly himself, to be honest. More than he would normaly have worn given training with anyone else. Yet when the time had come, Cait was not there. In her place was a clockwork bird with a message, to meet the Baroness in two hours time at the Sky Harbor. No reason why, or any explanation, just a time and a palce.
So, here he was, stepping from the lift onto the arial docks of the actual Sky Harbor, looking for the Buxom Blond.
The thing that made him wonder why he was up here, was entierly unrelated to his current physical location. The morning had started like any other, but with a certain added excitement. This morning was to be his first sparing session with Cait. To see what the woman was capable of had a certain appeal to him, and just to see her had another. What would she ware, in what style would she have her hair? Other questions not suitible to poilte discussion. He had dressed rather dashingly himself, to be honest. More than he would normaly have worn given training with anyone else. Yet when the time had come, Cait was not there. In her place was a clockwork bird with a message, to meet the Baroness in two hours time at the Sky Harbor. No reason why, or any explanation, just a time and a palce.
So, here he was, stepping from the lift onto the arial docks of the actual Sky Harbor, looking for the Buxom Blond.