but after a few more days journey, the Sandflea's crew was once more in sight of the mountains. There was a distinct chill to the air, even though it was early summer on the coast. The mountains were their own, local climate that was more than a bit cooler than downstate, especially in the early mornings. Unfortunately, that also meant that the weather was much rainier than in the piedmont area as the warm, moist coastal breezes encountered the Blueridge Mountains and dumped their cargo of moisture as rain.
"Almost there" said Little Red. "I never did like hot weather."
Tira, who was still cross about her vacation being shortened at a moment's notice, just shrugged. She had brought some of her popular mechanics magazines with her so she wasn't entirely unhappy. But she had planned to read them while lying on the beach, not while bundled into a cramped airship.
“So what will we do when we arrive? Do you have a plan?” The Captain shrugged, “ask our new navigator. She’s the one with the intelligence, I’m mostly about the transportation.”
“Well, you are the captain, ain’t ya?” snapped Tira. “You must have some idea what we doing out here. We were in the mountains just a few weeks ago, so somethin’ must be happenin’ or we wouldn’t be heading back to soon.”
“Oh, I have a plan, alright. A millions plans in fact,” said Little Red. “Won’t know which one is the right plan till we get there and see for ourselves, first. Then we can do the plan thang.”
Tira just rolled her eyes.
“The wind is picking-up now that we are coming up on the foothills. I hate that calm in the Piedmont.”
"Almost there" said Little Red. "I never did like hot weather."
Tira, who was still cross about her vacation being shortened at a moment's notice, just shrugged. She had brought some of her popular mechanics magazines with her so she wasn't entirely unhappy. But she had planned to read them while lying on the beach, not while bundled into a cramped airship.
“So what will we do when we arrive? Do you have a plan?” The Captain shrugged, “ask our new navigator. She’s the one with the intelligence, I’m mostly about the transportation.”
“Well, you are the captain, ain’t ya?” snapped Tira. “You must have some idea what we doing out here. We were in the mountains just a few weeks ago, so somethin’ must be happenin’ or we wouldn’t be heading back to soon.”
“Oh, I have a plan, alright. A millions plans in fact,” said Little Red. “Won’t know which one is the right plan till we get there and see for ourselves, first. Then we can do the plan thang.”
Tira just rolled her eyes.
“The wind is picking-up now that we are coming up on the foothills. I hate that calm in the Piedmont.”
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