CLOSED ♪ unfinished ♪ you are the hope that keeps me trusting [The day is finally winding down. Dinner has been eaten, but there is still a good deal of time before the sun sets. Even here on the arid continent that supports Sheridan, Tear feels autumn rolling in from the sea. It'll be at least another day of work to fine-tune the Albiore II after so much stress placed on the engines; it could barely handle the desert winds even with Noelle's expert flying.
The delay is unfortunate. During downtime like this, Tear feels the need to keep moving, her life an endless military march. If she is antsy, then surely Luke must be impatient as well. Without projects and goals to throw himself into, he tends to get... dark. It makes her stomach twist to see him smile like that, and yet she can't find the words to banish that darkness. She doesn't know where to start, though she has an idea of how deep that darkness goes. She does know one thing: Luke shouldn't be alone right now.
She sighs and adjusts her sleeves as she lets herself down the stairs. Just where could he be? Perhaps he went to listen to the music player, or the platform at the very top of the town, or to watch the sea... She peers around for Luke, trying to find that signature red head.]