[Access Point is, if not the lowest island, then close. It's not that long before they half-fall, half-fly into thick fog, which seems to become too thick to see one's own body before clearing.]
[Only now the view is of the branches they are amongst. Above's wings flare out, making her slow. She wobbles a little, compensating for the passenger, and since she has to concentrate she's silent now. Even so, flight is flight, and euphoria radiates out into the minds of anyone close and not guarding against it.]
[Above navigates over and through the Housing Section, eventually reaching a certain thick branch, relatively low on the Tree; it reaches up and supports a fair section of Housing, but here there is no sign of civilization. She banks, flicks out her pteroids, and comes in at the bark, slowing as much as she dares.]
Hang on. This will be a jolt.
[Well, that's one way to put it. She hits the immensely magnified bark, which is at an angle like a steep slope, with a serious lurch, clinging to the rough and convoluted surface with hands and feet. Then it's a short and cautious stretch up, and what looked like a knothole resolves into a dark, cavernous hole that's easily big enough for Above to walk into.]
As near as I can figure, it belonged to woodpeckers. There were some giant feathers and a lot of wood shavings, but no eggshells or sticks or anything.
[The hole is a short horizontal tunnel, leading to a very dark chamber which is taller than wide or long. It's kind of musty; with her nearly useless sense of smell, Above can't tell.]
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Re: Quicklog
Date: 2010-12-30 03:47 am (UTC)[Only now the view is of the branches they are amongst. Above's wings flare out, making her slow. She wobbles a little, compensating for the passenger, and since she has to concentrate she's silent now. Even so, flight is flight, and euphoria radiates out into the minds of anyone close and not guarding against it.]
[Above navigates over and through the Housing Section, eventually reaching a certain thick branch, relatively low on the Tree; it reaches up and supports a fair section of Housing, but here there is no sign of civilization. She banks, flicks out her pteroids, and comes in at the bark, slowing as much as she dares.]
Hang on. This will be a jolt.
[Well, that's one way to put it. She hits the immensely magnified bark, which is at an angle like a steep slope, with a serious lurch, clinging to the rough and convoluted surface with hands and feet. Then it's a short and cautious stretch up, and what looked like a knothole resolves into a dark, cavernous hole that's easily big enough for Above to walk into.]
As near as I can figure, it belonged to woodpeckers. There were some giant feathers and a lot of wood shavings, but no eggshells or sticks or anything.
[The hole is a short horizontal tunnel, leading to a very dark chamber which is taller than wide or long. It's kind of musty; with her nearly useless sense of smell, Above can't tell.]