Gildarts had boarded the large sky-boat with knots in his stomach, maybe it was better he didn’t know how it worked. He’d generally walked to his quests in his past life, or taken magical portals. The uniformed attendant had led him to his seat and offered him a beverage of his choice, as well as what she described to be a sedative for those who are uneasy fliers. She had noticed the battlemage’s hesitation the second his foot touched their ship, she’d flown with others her whole life and would never miss it.
His face was consumed with the same strained fear wrapping around his sharp jawline. At any sound, such as the engine revving into a whirling speed, his eyes would grow temporarily wider.
As everyone was getting settled, she walked over to the man, “I take it you’re a first time flier?”
“Fly?” Gildarts shuttered at the word. He couldn’t help but to blink, and worse, he couldn’t help but to think what would happen if his concentration blinked while they were hovering high-above land.
“Yeah, like you’ve never been on a space-ship before.” She said simply, she had a slight accent that made her feel a little like a family member, unlike the rigid professionalism her tailor uniform conveyed. Her name tag read ‘Sandra’ and she offered him a warm smile. “Don’t worry, we’re a smooth-flying vessel, it’ll take us to the next planet in no time.”
Gildarts was boggled. He’d be going into space on this thing? “Uh, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” the mage swiveled his head around the constraining ship, as though evaluating the number of could-be casualties. “Is there any way to uh, travel another way?’
She saw his Adam's apple move dryly down his neck. “I’m afraid there are few ways off of this particular planet, sir. This one’s the simplest. But I assure you, unless we get into some trouble with a rival ship, we should be fine.”
Sandra offered him a wink of assurance, but for one last time held up her bottle of blue pills and a clear bottle of water. “You’re sure you wouldn’t benefit? I don’t want you screamin’ like a girl and working up the other customers.”
“I… uh, won’t be any trouble. The man who donated the ticket to me assured me I could find work at the next destination. Where are we going?” Gildarts asked, the small conversation was actually giving him a distraction, or reason for him to relax.
“Gosh you’d think you just woke up in the middle of the desert or somethin’ sugar,” Sandra said, a rise of concern causing a slight pout in her brows and lips. “You’re goin’ to Govermorne. And ya, you should be able to find some work there. Big place. Did the man who set you up for the ticket take your name for the flight itinerary?”
Gil nodded, and with a few more measures of reassurances the woman continued her rounds and introduced herself to the ship as their personal waitress. They were about to launch. Into space.
The mage who’s very essence was interwoven with destruction gripped his seat during take-off.
For Sandra, she cast a glance over to the man once they’d exited Meja’s last level of atmosphere. While it was, on some retail level, always amusing to see a big, dominant guy like Gildarts become shaken and glued to his seat, she always felt a little sorry for those with flight-fear. As everyone was seated and just before lift-off, Sandra dropped off a circular waste container, for the man, “Just in-case.” Most flights she always picked the most nervous-looking ones, not only to check on them, but to inspect them for bombs and detonation devices that could cause problems on their travel through space. There was always one who touched on dire fear.
Having landed, Gildarts couldn’t decide if he wanted to be the first or last one off the spaceship machine. He considered being the first, but his flesh limbs were still shivering. As the vessel became filled with just him and Sandra, Gil held up the unused bucket and said to the woman, “I can see why you gave me this, I felt that in my gut worse than when I lost my limbs to the dragon of death.”
Fear had its way of making a man like Gildarts lose his inhibitions, more than any ale he could sip. Or maybe he was crazy, Sandra considered who else would book a ticket to somewhere they didn’t know where they were going? The attendant took the bucket, helped him up as though he were a shaken old man and patted him on the back. “Ya did good. Wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Gildarts shook his head to object, “I’ll try and find other ways to travel next time. But I was glad to meet you.” Gil thanked her kindly for her special attention and accommodations. He then followed the stairs down and allowed his eyes to gaze upon this new world.
His face was consumed with the same strained fear wrapping around his sharp jawline. At any sound, such as the engine revving into a whirling speed, his eyes would grow temporarily wider.
As everyone was getting settled, she walked over to the man, “I take it you’re a first time flier?”
“Fly?” Gildarts shuttered at the word. He couldn’t help but to blink, and worse, he couldn’t help but to think what would happen if his concentration blinked while they were hovering high-above land.
“Yeah, like you’ve never been on a space-ship before.” She said simply, she had a slight accent that made her feel a little like a family member, unlike the rigid professionalism her tailor uniform conveyed. Her name tag read ‘Sandra’ and she offered him a warm smile. “Don’t worry, we’re a smooth-flying vessel, it’ll take us to the next planet in no time.”
Gildarts was boggled. He’d be going into space on this thing? “Uh, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” the mage swiveled his head around the constraining ship, as though evaluating the number of could-be casualties. “Is there any way to uh, travel another way?’
She saw his Adam's apple move dryly down his neck. “I’m afraid there are few ways off of this particular planet, sir. This one’s the simplest. But I assure you, unless we get into some trouble with a rival ship, we should be fine.”
Sandra offered him a wink of assurance, but for one last time held up her bottle of blue pills and a clear bottle of water. “You’re sure you wouldn’t benefit? I don’t want you screamin’ like a girl and working up the other customers.”
“I… uh, won’t be any trouble. The man who donated the ticket to me assured me I could find work at the next destination. Where are we going?” Gildarts asked, the small conversation was actually giving him a distraction, or reason for him to relax.
“Gosh you’d think you just woke up in the middle of the desert or somethin’ sugar,” Sandra said, a rise of concern causing a slight pout in her brows and lips. “You’re goin’ to Govermorne. And ya, you should be able to find some work there. Big place. Did the man who set you up for the ticket take your name for the flight itinerary?”
Gil nodded, and with a few more measures of reassurances the woman continued her rounds and introduced herself to the ship as their personal waitress. They were about to launch. Into space.
The mage who’s very essence was interwoven with destruction gripped his seat during take-off.
For Sandra, she cast a glance over to the man once they’d exited Meja’s last level of atmosphere. While it was, on some retail level, always amusing to see a big, dominant guy like Gildarts become shaken and glued to his seat, she always felt a little sorry for those with flight-fear. As everyone was seated and just before lift-off, Sandra dropped off a circular waste container, for the man, “Just in-case.” Most flights she always picked the most nervous-looking ones, not only to check on them, but to inspect them for bombs and detonation devices that could cause problems on their travel through space. There was always one who touched on dire fear.
Having landed, Gildarts couldn’t decide if he wanted to be the first or last one off the spaceship machine. He considered being the first, but his flesh limbs were still shivering. As the vessel became filled with just him and Sandra, Gil held up the unused bucket and said to the woman, “I can see why you gave me this, I felt that in my gut worse than when I lost my limbs to the dragon of death.”
Fear had its way of making a man like Gildarts lose his inhibitions, more than any ale he could sip. Or maybe he was crazy, Sandra considered who else would book a ticket to somewhere they didn’t know where they were going? The attendant took the bucket, helped him up as though he were a shaken old man and patted him on the back. “Ya did good. Wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Gildarts shook his head to object, “I’ll try and find other ways to travel next time. But I was glad to meet you.” Gil thanked her kindly for her special attention and accommodations. He then followed the stairs down and allowed his eyes to gaze upon this new world.