Reality Crisis

A dragon and a mutant went out into a field. It wasn't that either of them needed the exercise, so much as Kitty really needed to think about something she'd found recently. Lockheed had come along because he was one of the best ways to keep her connected to a certain large Russian who had a penchant for turning into metal, or being covered by metal. She knew Piotr wanted to help, but she wasn't sure anyone could really help her with anything.

"Is it some kind of joke? You get leashes, which by the way, we are putting that on Piotr. I like the wings." She was a little naughty at times. "So, joke, right?" Lockheed shrugged; he wasn't going to admit that he didn't mind having leashes for his humans. It would make sure they stayed close. A dragon could get tired, flitting hither and yon.

"A space suit? A space suit?" Lockheed landed on her shoulder and nuzzled in her hair. He still didn't talk much around her. Really, there wasn't much need. "Megan had said I was stuck in one. I couldn't become solid. What if that happens here? What if I'm stuck in a suit? What if I get caught in a deadzone, and I phase and can't get back?" Kitty was more than a little worried that her natural state was actually more the wisp of a woman than the more solid form.

"I can't." So, this was why she was walking. She needed to talk out problems. Unfortunately, there were things in this world that really didn't give a rat's rear about people's personal problems. All said things wanted to do was eat.

( What has no wings and doesn't fly? )