Everest
Unable to land, Everest banks back and forth as Sohalia and Lena investigate. Vaguely he wonders what sort of shift he might ask Frey for if the Grotto continues to be a place demanding of attention and investigation. A monkey, perhaps?
Does it look like that's what caused the crash? The aviator wonders of the brown sludge, still trying to find a wide enough thermal to try and glide upon that he might not have to keep flapping his too-large wings.
Given that birds typically don't have the best sense of smell, the two would have to rely on their other senses to try and determine just what the brown sludge was. Lumpy and sticky enough to have not simply spilled off the side of the boat entirely, perhaps the liquor bottles are a clue?
Does it look like that's what caused the crash? The aviator wonders of the brown sludge, still trying to find a wide enough thermal to try and glide upon that he might not have to keep flapping his too-large wings.
Given that birds typically don't have the best sense of smell, the two would have to rely on their other senses to try and determine just what the brown sludge was. Lumpy and sticky enough to have not simply spilled off the side of the boat entirely, perhaps the liquor bottles are a clue?
If I told you that you'd do nothing with it
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
