First heights and now freezing temperatures? Rosa smiled at Seroth's offer to warm her afterwards, his whispered words rising pleasant goosebumps along her spine. They had no other immediate option open to them and time was precious. "Alright." she said softly. Tightening her coat about her she slid the door open as quietly as she could and climbed inside. Nothing could have prepared them for the cold within. Frozen air gnawed hungrily as the exposed flesh, burning their lungs as they breathed it in. The door slid shut silently behind them leaving them almost in darkness.
The ice blocks seemed to hold their own luminescence that only added to the freezing sensations as it bathed them in a soft blue light. "When we're done with this," Rosa uttered in a horse whisper "and by done, I mean the ship is complete. We're going to Spira. Force knows we need a holiday." The soft hum of repulsorlifts and their vehicles sudden lurch forward told them they were on the move. Rosa closed her eyes and leant her head against Seroth's shoulder, dreaming of soft sand beneath her toes and warm sun beating upon her back. It was so easy to draw up the image in her mind, when times were dark she found consolation amid the sound of waves lapping at the shore. Rosa tried not to measure how long they were moving for but her head snapped up when the repulsorlifts died down. She extended her senses listening to the heartbeat of the pilot as he climbed out of the vehicle and moved round to the rear of the van to open the door.
Tucked away behind a large ice block they remained unseen but it would last for long as they were unloading. Edging carefully forward Rosa peered round the block into the dock beyond, a large stack of empty containers lay against one wall, reaching out with the force Rosa seized the stack and pulled it forward unto an unsuspecting miner. The noise and the cry of pain drew attention away from the air-van, even the unloading pilot stole away to help. Guilt stabbing at her heart, Rosa led them from their transport.
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The ice blocks seemed to hold their own luminescence that only added to the freezing sensations as it bathed them in a soft blue light. "When we're done with this," Rosa uttered in a horse whisper "and by done, I mean the ship is complete. We're going to Spira. Force knows we need a holiday." The soft hum of repulsorlifts and their vehicles sudden lurch forward told them they were on the move. Rosa closed her eyes and leant her head against Seroth's shoulder, dreaming of soft sand beneath her toes and warm sun beating upon her back. It was so easy to draw up the image in her mind, when times were dark she found consolation amid the sound of waves lapping at the shore. Rosa tried not to measure how long they were moving for but her head snapped up when the repulsorlifts died down. She extended her senses listening to the heartbeat of the pilot as he climbed out of the vehicle and moved round to the rear of the van to open the door.
Tucked away behind a large ice block they remained unseen but it would last for long as they were unloading. Edging carefully forward Rosa peered round the block into the dock beyond, a large stack of empty containers lay against one wall, reaching out with the force Rosa seized the stack and pulled it forward unto an unsuspecting miner. The noise and the cry of pain drew attention away from the air-van, even the unloading pilot stole away to help. Guilt stabbing at her heart, Rosa led them from their transport.
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