MrZarono

Pya took a step back and admired her handiwork with no small amount of self-satisfaction. The balloon, a bright pink inverted pyramid, had reinflated nicely. The split in the fine linen material had been neatly closed with a linen patch and sky-blubber glue. She would have to touch up the portrait of single eyed, four ringed Xoscullian festooning the damaged panel, but that could wait, once the oversized, fat burning lamp had finished its work, she would be able to resume her journey, the maiden flight of the airship she had built and named Flamingo. Stretching her lithe, mahogany-hued limbs and fluffing her ebon curls, she admired the dawn as it spread pinkly across the vault. It amused her how close it matched the pigment of her balloon. Pya smoothed her brief lambskin tunic and gathered up the silks and furs that had served as bedding the past night, along with the sealed clay pot of glue, and walked toward the large conical basket that hung under the balloon. Carefully avoiding the