The dawn comes slowly, and then all at once. The whirring of an airship cuts through the howling gale from the corpse of the Glacian, even as Nyyrikki is debating where to move to. The bussemand disappeared with the morning sun, save for the one in the trap, which still wails for its kin.
Cautiously, Nyyrikki makes a peephole through the snow, shading their eyes with feathers. There's four airships now, instead of merely one. Lots of patrollers, as well as the MT units that move too smoothly. And standing amongst them all is a tall figure, all in black. The hairs prick up on the back of Nyyrikki's neck.
That one moves like a predator. The patrollers, the MTs - they move in a way that's a pale imitation. A pet dog, to a wolf. That one is dangerous. They watch the one in black as he gesticulates, waving a hand grandly at the cage. Nyyrikki cannot hear what they say, not with the Glacian's wrath howling through, but they mislike it all the same.
pt 2
Cautiously, Nyyrikki makes a peephole through the snow, shading their eyes with feathers.
There's four airships now, instead of merely one. Lots of patrollers, as well as the MT units that move too smoothly. And standing amongst them all is a tall figure, all in black. The hairs prick up on the back of Nyyrikki's neck.
That one moves like a predator. The patrollers, the MTs - they move in a way that's a pale imitation. A pet dog, to a wolf. That one is dangerous. They watch the one in black as he gesticulates, waving a hand grandly at the cage. Nyyrikki cannot hear what they say, not with the Glacian's wrath howling through, but they mislike it all the same.