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scoresby is the name. (leescoresby) wrote in silverage,

That day was the day they were going to take flight.

Lee had meant to quit his job and leave New York for good and return to the skies which he had so missed but after Hester would not let him sleep until he promised her he wouldn't, he decided to just take the day off; it was just a test flight, after all. Make sure things are right and in order and all. There were still a few things lacking but if this test flight worked, then Lee decided that they wouldn't need them.

He was coordinating matters with Lawrence, his mechanic, while they sewed the balloon into their wicker basket and Hester was busy getting out of the way or kicking the canvas or the rope if it would help Lee gather things up. And then he called her.

"Yeah?"

Lee turned to look at Hester and lifted a brow.

"Y'called," Hester said. "What is it?"

Lee's brows narrowed and he shook his head.

"Something wrong, Mr. Scoresby?" asked Lawrence behind him.

"Not a thing, Sir," Lee said to Lawrence turning back to him. "Just a speck on my shoe, that's all."

Hester knew he couldn't talk right now as they were among a human without a dæmon...which begs the question, why had he called her?

Or did he really call her?

The source was so soft and yet so audible, she was almost sure that it had come from Lee's space but apparently not -- and she was not known to pick up on things that weren't there. Intrigued -- and wronged and determined to redeem herself -- she looked around, and it was there that she found the lone lady standing in a distance and she tilted her head to a side and twitched her ears.