scoresby is the name. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} leescoresby) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
"Wull," he sighed as he slipped a hand inside his pocket, then slid it out and placed it at the side of his balloon and slipped the other one in instead, "You get this old, you can't help but learn a lot about patience. Took me a couple months to learn how to fly," he patted his basket, "Must have been how I got all my white hairs!" he laughed.
"Yeah, that taught me a thing or two 'bout fixing balloons and stuff," Lee flicked a hand to his empty basket. "New York's got to have some oil and propane, sure, it ain't going to be New York without it. But let's just say the resources with which I'm to avail of oil and propane aren't readily available. The valve cord's easy. That," he gestured for something overhead with a wave of his hand back before he turned to his flattened envelope and pointed to the top of it, "'sbasically what you pull the valve with, that flap of cloth right there, so the balloon starts to go down. Now the burner," he turned to Galen and shook his head.
"No, the burner's ruined. I stick with it, I'd end up worse than Amelia Earhart!" Then with a slight shake of his head, he muttered to no one in particular -- or maybe his basket, "God bless that sweetheart."
"Anyhow, a balloon ain't so rare these days and the parts are fine. It's the getting them that's a little difficult." He cleared his throat. Gesturing a little to Galen as he shifted his weight on his legs, he said, "So you fancy yourself a technician, eh? From uhh...from 2767? Is that right? Is that a spaceport or something? Beg your pardon but I've been noticing the words you've been using. Like uhh...like lighter-than-aircraft and picking up trees with balloons and planets and uhh...energy for Hester. Where are you from exactly?"
"Oh Lee, mind your manners," Hester advised openly from her corner.