They're made to stay in the sky. You know, like ships are made to float. I mean, if it gets damaged or there's a huge storm or something, I guess that'd be a problem -- same as a water ship.
It's not like airships go around falling out of the sky for no reason.
[ Geralt doesn't need to look back to practically hear Killua rolling his eyes. ]
No? [ Geralt most definitely doesn't need to look back. ] Must be crowded up there for the birds.
[ It's possible Geralt is just fucking with Killua at this point, though as always, it's difficult to discern from his voice alone. Briefly, he considers the plight of those who tested the first flying ships. Probably didn't go well.
As they cross through into the city, the temperature drops. Most of the green disappears into white. Killua doesn't seem to be getting worse, which is about as good a sign as he can expect. ]
[ Killua grumbles without really being annoyed, and as the temperature begins to drop rather drastically, he actually scoots a little closer, his good arm winding around Geralt's waist since he doesn't seem to mind. He's the one who said to hold on, right?
The conversation is a decent distraction, and Killua keeps up well enough -- trying to explain what he knows about the mechanisms of airships and how there are definitely people driving them so they don't crash into birds -- but he's getting tired, even if it doesn't show. He'll be glad to get to the Coven. For now, he's trying to ignore the guilt and embarrassment at letting things get so bad. ]
[ Geralt continues to look straight ahead, if only so Killua doesn't see the faint smile that tugs on his lips at the boy's indignance. He listens without interruption for most of the ride. Talking keeps Killua both distracted and tells Geralt he's still doing okay.
Luck's on their side; nothing interrupts them through the city. It's quicker going on the flat cobblestone roads, even with the heavy snow on the ground. Geralt pushes Roach to go faster now that he knows they're home. The Coven looms ahead, with its open yards and fences.
He stops just outside the block leading up to the infirmary. Geralt hops off first, reaching up to offer Killua a hand down if he wants it. ]
[ As a stubborn brat, Killua ignores his help, jumping down off the horse on his own to land lightly on his feet in front of Geralt. His infected hand, however, is back in his pocket in a flash, like he doesn't want Geralt to see. ]
[ Stubborn brat is about right. Geralt knows better than to make any offer of escorting him inside; besides, they're at the front gates and the Coven will take care of their own. He has no reason to linger.
He might look in later, though. If he's in the area. ]
Mm. [ He takes Roach by the reins to lead her back home, where the stables are warm. ] Next time you want to blow off steam, come find me.
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It's not like airships go around falling out of the sky for no reason.
[ Geralt doesn't need to look back to practically hear Killua rolling his eyes. ]
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[ It's possible Geralt is just fucking with Killua at this point, though as always, it's difficult to discern from his voice alone. Briefly, he considers the plight of those who tested the first flying ships. Probably didn't go well.
As they cross through into the city, the temperature drops. Most of the green disappears into white. Killua doesn't seem to be getting worse, which is about as good a sign as he can expect. ]
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[ Killua grumbles without really being annoyed, and as the temperature begins to drop rather drastically, he actually scoots a little closer, his good arm winding around Geralt's waist since he doesn't seem to mind. He's the one who said to hold on, right?
The conversation is a decent distraction, and Killua keeps up well enough -- trying to explain what he knows about the mechanisms of airships and how there are definitely people driving them so they don't crash into birds -- but he's getting tired, even if it doesn't show. He'll be glad to get to the Coven. For now, he's trying to ignore the guilt and embarrassment at letting things get so bad. ]
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Luck's on their side; nothing interrupts them through the city. It's quicker going on the flat cobblestone roads, even with the heavy snow on the ground. Geralt pushes Roach to go faster now that he knows they're home. The Coven looms ahead, with its open yards and fences.
He stops just outside the block leading up to the infirmary. Geralt hops off first, reaching up to offer Killua a hand down if he wants it. ]
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Thanks for the lift, old man.
I'm good from here.
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He might look in later, though. If he's in the area. ]
Mm. [ He takes Roach by the reins to lead her back home, where the stables are warm. ] Next time you want to blow off steam, come find me.