That is awesome and I want one.
Ray was so impressed by the girl... well, flying away, that he even forgot to be upset at missing out a chance of standing first watch together. Sure, girls were nice and all, but...
That is so very awesome and I want one.
Staring up into the sky long after the flying figure disappeared from view, Ray contemplated with a thoughtful look on his face. Rocket? Probably. If so, where would you store the propellant? How would the rider be able to control the thrust? And to fit everything in that size... an interesting problem, an interesting problem indeed. But what Ray wants, Ray gets.
Sooner or later. What was one more problem to mull over in a life full of problems? Besides, being able to fly would solve so many other problems he was dealing with at the moment...
Sigrid-Anna "Sammy" Jensen
With Ray off daydreaming again, the task of actually being bloody useful naturally fell to his unlucky sister.
At least Ray carries enough junk for me to make camp out of.
Claiming a spot near the cave entrance for themselves, she set up the tarp on the camera stand, affixing the other end to a ledge on the cave wall with a heavy-looking rock. It was a crude shelter, but shelter it was. Their warmth would not be bleeding into the night, unlike, perhaps, some of the other unfortunate souls that fortune has seen fit to drag along like it had them.
She kept ruffling through her brother's backpack, helping herself to choice items occasionally. Hey, if Ray felt like daydreaming and leaving his pack unguarded... wait, what's that?
"...Ray?"
No response.
"Ray!"
"Huh," the boy reluctantly responded. "Why?"
"Why do you have beer in your school backpack?"