RE: SeaWyrm's Talon Exercises
11-01-2012, 08:13 PM
It flew high overhead on wings of silver,
dragging through the air a massive conveyance shaped like a schoolbus and held aloft partly by its own tiny pair of stubby orange-yellow wings, but mostly by velocity and sheer bloody-mindedness.
Three people sat aboard, shivering and gasping slightly. They were jelly-beings from the eastern sea, and their skins rippled slightly.
The youngest had a kelp-bow in her head. Gloppily, she said, "I don't like this! When do we land?"
"Not until we reach the western border," said her father. "I'm sorry, dear. I don't like it either. It's the only way across, though."
Her brother said nothing. He was staring out the window, face quite literally flattened against it, watching the countryside whiz by and the thick reddish clouds pass around them. A vent in the side of the bus periodically let in a spray of red mist and the scent of cinnamon.
"I'm drying out," complained the daughter. Her father sighed, but said nothing. The pack was empty, there was no more seawater for them. He knew she was only complaining - for now. By the end of the journey, who knew?
"Ball yourself up," suggested the brother. "Conserve liquid by minimizing surface area."
"Do it yourself," said his sister, protruding an oral pseudopod.
"Will that work?" asked the father, sharply.
The son only shrugged, a motion that rippled across his shoulders.
The father sat back down and sighed. He patted his son's rippling shoulders, feeling the slight tingle as their surfaces met and sent chemical signal to each other.
Suddenly, he felt a shock of alarm from his son's body. "What is it?" he asked, reflexively retracting his hand.
"The Dragonflies," gurgled the brother in horror. "They've found us!"
"Impossible!" shouted the father. "The Radialines never look up - they are incapable of it! How could they know where to send them?"
"Maybe it's just a patrol," whispered the daughter.
As the sound of whirring wings became distinctly louder, the father moved to the front of the bus to alert the being who was towing them.
---15 Mins---
dragging through the air a massive conveyance shaped like a schoolbus and held aloft partly by its own tiny pair of stubby orange-yellow wings, but mostly by velocity and sheer bloody-mindedness.
Three people sat aboard, shivering and gasping slightly. They were jelly-beings from the eastern sea, and their skins rippled slightly.
The youngest had a kelp-bow in her head. Gloppily, she said, "I don't like this! When do we land?"
"Not until we reach the western border," said her father. "I'm sorry, dear. I don't like it either. It's the only way across, though."
Her brother said nothing. He was staring out the window, face quite literally flattened against it, watching the countryside whiz by and the thick reddish clouds pass around them. A vent in the side of the bus periodically let in a spray of red mist and the scent of cinnamon.
"I'm drying out," complained the daughter. Her father sighed, but said nothing. The pack was empty, there was no more seawater for them. He knew she was only complaining - for now. By the end of the journey, who knew?
"Ball yourself up," suggested the brother. "Conserve liquid by minimizing surface area."
"Do it yourself," said his sister, protruding an oral pseudopod.
"Will that work?" asked the father, sharply.
The son only shrugged, a motion that rippled across his shoulders.
The father sat back down and sighed. He patted his son's rippling shoulders, feeling the slight tingle as their surfaces met and sent chemical signal to each other.
Suddenly, he felt a shock of alarm from his son's body. "What is it?" he asked, reflexively retracting his hand.
"The Dragonflies," gurgled the brother in horror. "They've found us!"
"Impossible!" shouted the father. "The Radialines never look up - they are incapable of it! How could they know where to send them?"
"Maybe it's just a patrol," whispered the daughter.
As the sound of whirring wings became distinctly louder, the father moved to the front of the bus to alert the being who was towing them.
---15 Mins---