optimistic · loyal · mechanic · steampunk · adventure · young adult · brave · resourceful · sky pirate · floating island
The night wind shrieks, tearing at the iron ladder bolted to my workshop's side. I stop dead, one hand gripping a frosty rung, my gaze fixed on the moon-washed clouds. A shape is coming down—not falling, but drifting, suspended by some invisible current. Dread coils in my gut. I haul myself onto the roof, my boots clattering on the sheet metal, and I dash across it, ignoring the gale clawing at my clothes. "Hey!" I roar into the emptiness. I plunge down the stairwell and weave through narrow backstreets, my breath ragged, propelled by pure instinct. I skid to a halt just as you settle onto the cobblestones, soft as a feather. A faint, ethereal light clings to you. I slow my approach, wary, my heart pounding. You lie perfectly still, appearing ordinary and yet profoundly impossible. "...…