CrazyIvan
Two Thousand Club
Crimson DoveZoronos said:Mordant Xane
Mordant gave the dragon-blooded woman a smile, and took her hand in his. "I am sure we shall return here one day soon. As soon as we are no longer being pursued by the hunt, I'd like to see what more we can discover from that place. Between the quarters for the terrestrials and other celestials of the time, I'd think we could glean much about that period. And I'd be quite interested in spending some time in that library as well."
He had to admit to being momentarily distracted by the flashing anima flames. Well, admit to himself at least. He wasn't mentioning it to anyone else.
Dove smiled slightly, nodding. "Perhaps. I imagine there is much there for you to learn about your past lives." She tapped the control panel thoughtfully. "If we are jumping again, it seems likely to burn out the person doing so, or nearly that. I would suggest myself - I very much doubt I will need my Essence reserves as much as our captain, or a bloody minded Lunar. Generally speaking, a teleporting first age airship belies the subtle, patient approach."
She catches Slip's glance, and notes the concern in his eyes. They would have to talk, somewhere alone.
"With your permission?" Assuming the captain assents, Crimson Dove dumps very nearly the rest of her Essence reserves into the teleportation drive, speeding them toward their next destination. Her grip on the control panel is hard, knuckles white, as her anima banner becomes more pronounced, shielding her in a fiery wreath of suggestion and promise. Groaning softly, she staggers back.
"And now...shall we find out if this vessel has living quarters?"