Whistle Stop

[smelltheashes]

Thirty seconds ago White Forest was being destroyed with unthinkable thunder and fire from the skies.

That was then.

WHOMP!

This is now. And it has gone very, very quiet.

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[a_mere_child]

Alyx stands at the door that leads back out onto the deck for a long moment.

There's no turbine drone, no echo of bombs falling.

They're safe. For the moment. Probably.

Slowly, she turns the handle and eases the door open.

[smelltheashes]

They've landed in water, that much is certain. You can't mistake that sound for anything else. Outside, to either side of the boat, great sloping hillsides covered in winter-bared trees stretch upwards into the beginnings of mountains. It snowed here recently, too; the stuff's heaped up on the lee sides of trees and rocks, though wind's laid the ground bare in a few places. Overhead the sky's a uniform grey, promising eventual weather.

[a_mere_child]

Alyx steps out onto the deck, looking around warily, one hand on the butt of her gun.

"...Dan? Where are we?"

[smelltheashes]

"Cheat Canyon," says Dan, peering out over her shoulder. "'Bout half a mile downstream from the mouth of Druid Cave. Reckoned this'd be the safest water near Rowlesburg for a boat this size, 'least at first, anyways."

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