The skyslipper touched down, and its three occupants disembarked over its sides. Pitch stepped around its back to find her passengers, wobbling unsteadily and white as sheets. “Oh, hells,” she said, “you two okay? Ate something bad?”
Alphinaud was the first to speak. “I’ll be alright,” he said, leaning against the skyslipper. “The trip was somewhat more… eventful than I was expecting, but I should recover with a moment’s rest–”
“Are you trying to kill us?” interjected Alisaie.
The other two recoiled. Once again, Alphinaud recovered first. “I-I believe what my sister means to say is–”
“What I mean to say is you are the worst pilot I’ve ever had the misfortune of knowing, and at this point in my life I’ve known quite a few. Honestly, I think I would have preferred being shot out of a cannon.”
“Well, I – It’s not like – L-look, we’re here, alright? Let’s just get moving.” replied Pitch. “See you do any better…” she grumbled under her breath.
Alisaie indignantly took the lead, leaving her bewildered brother to trail behind the group.
