( it's an excuse to leave the camp. for that reason alone, he'd be happy to take up the call.

the land is hard and unfriendly. it's difficult to imagine anything at all growing here, much less something as temperamental as these plants are said to be, but eventually—possibly after an encounter or two with some of what passes for the local wildlife—they make their way to the cliffs.

the challenge, now, is in figuring out how to scale the cliff-face. perhaps it's time to look at whatever supplies you've hauled all the way from basecamp? )

( the wreckage means nothing to him, ultimately, even if it's an impressive sight to behold.

after a moment, he sets a palm against the hull. )

I did not think I would see something that would put a dragon to shame, and yet, here we are.