RL: Late Night Visits to Royalty
Penelo found herself standing up some as she guided the unnamed airship down through the late night air, carefully avoiding the few other ships that were coming and going. She was leaning forward, peering down through the bottom of the large glass bubble that surrounded the front of the ship to make sure she was doing this right, watching for the buildings she had spotted the few times she and Vaan had come here already.
She hadn't mentioned it to Larsa, but while she could fly the ship well enough, she hadn't had much experiance in the way of landing. Still, she'd watched Vaan do it dozens of times, and had a pretty good idea of which switches to hit, and when, and all that. And she hadn't missed a single air shift or change or anything! Which was good, because she was pretty sure she didn't want Vaan waking up just yet. Not until they had landed, or maybe even after. It would be much easier to explain why they were here once they were, well, here.
She acknowledged the instructions from the Aerodome command station and headed towards the small docking section they had been assigned to, a little smile on her face knowing that she was obviously bypassing channels, and that Larsa must have called in his royal muscle. Last time, a much smaller bay had taken them hours to get, and here was this roomy, easy to land in one with no muss, no fuss?
Yeah, friends in high places were handy at times.
Carefully she guided the ship down into the bay, biting her lip as she dropped it down the last few feet and then letting out a relieved sigh as she felt the landing treads hit. Carefully she powered down the engines, and then pulled herself away from the controls.
Quiet footsteps carried her back through the ship, pausing near the bunk Vaan was passed out in, the map over his face from where he'd fallen asleep reading it. For a moment she almost woke him, and then she shook her head and moved on to the rear of the ship, pressing the button that would lower the ramp, and then reaching up to finish fixing the braid she had forgotten ages ago when she'd been distracted by that odd machine...
She hadn't mentioned it to Larsa, but while she could fly the ship well enough, she hadn't had much experiance in the way of landing. Still, she'd watched Vaan do it dozens of times, and had a pretty good idea of which switches to hit, and when, and all that. And she hadn't missed a single air shift or change or anything! Which was good, because she was pretty sure she didn't want Vaan waking up just yet. Not until they had landed, or maybe even after. It would be much easier to explain why they were here once they were, well, here.
She acknowledged the instructions from the Aerodome command station and headed towards the small docking section they had been assigned to, a little smile on her face knowing that she was obviously bypassing channels, and that Larsa must have called in his royal muscle. Last time, a much smaller bay had taken them hours to get, and here was this roomy, easy to land in one with no muss, no fuss?
Yeah, friends in high places were handy at times.
Carefully she guided the ship down into the bay, biting her lip as she dropped it down the last few feet and then letting out a relieved sigh as she felt the landing treads hit. Carefully she powered down the engines, and then pulled herself away from the controls.
Quiet footsteps carried her back through the ship, pausing near the bunk Vaan was passed out in, the map over his face from where he'd fallen asleep reading it. For a moment she almost woke him, and then she shook her head and moved on to the rear of the ship, pressing the button that would lower the ramp, and then reaching up to finish fixing the braid she had forgotten ages ago when she'd been distracted by that odd machine...