“I wonder how he'd respond to that.” Imagining the look on the dragon-kin's face as Kewyn yelled at him made me smile.
“What?” the blonde said.
“Nothing,” I chuckled. “I'm going to go get dressed. Excuse me...”
I gripped onto the wall as I pulled myself back to the storage room. It took a little effort to get it open, but soon I was back on the futon, wrestling some fresh clothing out of the bottom of the bag. Once I was decent again, I returned to the main cabin.
Kewyn was not in her seat, and so I looked out the door. The rope that Rio had been so furiously pulling on was wrapped around a rocky pillar, but the half-blood was nowhere to be seen. Assuming that it was safe to leave the ship, I lowered myself to the stony floor outside.
Walking around to the back of the ship, I found Levent pulling the ship closer to another pillar so that Kewyn could tie the other rope around it. Rio looked up as I approached, and smiled.
“There you are. How's the head?”
“The - oh. Yes. Fine, thanks.” I smiled back awkwardly. I had nearly forgotten the head trauma of yesterday, and upon probing the back of my head with my fingers I found there was just a minor bruise.
“Alright,” Kewyn said when she had finished tying her knot. “Let's see what's here.”
I looked around the platform that made our dock, but could not see far in any direction.
“Looks like fog, mostly.” Rio's snide comment was rewarded with a prod in the side by Kewyn's right pointer finger.
“Let's go,” she growled.
“What are we trying to find again?” I asked. I hardly felt like finding anything in this strange place was going to be easy. A chill went across my skin as I realized how far from the Republic we were.
“Grab anything that looks like it'll burn,” the blonde instructed and led us into the fog. “But keep an eye out for that glowing fuel.”
After just a moment of walking, my ears began to pick up the sound of footsteps that were not ours.