ALASTAIR ARRIVES
- Location
- England
You wake with the rising sun.
You lie there, listening to your sisters breathing as she slowly wakes. You feel her tighten her grip on you when she finally wakes up, but she doesn't move. The two of you stay there, just being together.
Eventually, you see Morgan, looking considerably more tired, exit the building and look over to you. When she sees the two of you, she smiles warmly and quietly makes her way over. You nod your head down at your sister, who just digs herself deeper into you.
"Morning you two, sleep well." You smile back at her from your comfortable position and aim your comfyness at her. She lets out a quiet chuckle before continuing. "We have an hour or so before our ride arrives, they are going to be landing a couple of miles down the road from here, towards the border. So we need to set out soon, I was just coming to wake you." You nod, and start gently prodding Una until she gives up. She sits up on your lap and stretches, nearly falling off of your lap without your quick intervention.
The two of you make your way to your feet, you subtly rubbing away the little tear tracks that adorned your face before Una could see them. You stretch out your back with a satisfying crunching noise, loud enough to be audible to Morgan, three metres away. The instinctive flinch she lets out is oddly satisfying, though you don't say anything she looks at your back a little worriedly.
Stretches finished, you grab your bag from it's spot by your feet and pass Una hers. The three of your make your way into the rest stop and quietly thank the owners, tired and bleary eyed as they are, for their hospitality. A quiet goodbye later and you are back on the road, moving towards the border this time. The silence between you is comfortable, none of you feel the need to say anything and so you spend the rest of the trip silently walking.
A while later, you hear a quiet noise off in the distance, one that eventually unfolds into a quiet roaring. When you look to Morgan, she nods and looks up. "Move into the middle of the road, they can't see us from here." It doesn't take long for the pilot to spot you apparently, as they fly away and then pull in towards landing within five minutes. Once the little plane is down on the ground, you get a better look at it.
It's has a small single propeller, and is only about the size of a moving van. It has dull blue paint speckled with black stripes along the side, where you see a door into the back open. Sitting in the pilot seat is a man, you can't see much because of his enormous ginger beard but he calls out to you in a jolly voice. "Morgan! How are ye? Why I only just dropped ye off the other day. Coming home so soon?" He chuckles warmly "Karen'll be delighted." This man has such an accent that you couldn't pin it down beyond English. Not stereotypically posh or anything, but your faint memories of England let you know that it was a bastard mix of Scottish and chav.
Morgan herself just smiles back cheerfully and hugs the man, half hanging out of the cockpit. "Yes, I imagine she will, she was exuberant on the phone earlier." She drops back to the floor, turning to you. "This is Cerys and her sister Una, the two that you were sent here to pick up." You see the man inspecting you for a moment, then you see his beard shift in a manner you somehow recognise as a warm smile. "Ello lass, lovely tae meet ya. Mah names Alastair Caird, but ye can call me Alan if ye want." His beard vibrates slightly as he chuckles.
"Now!" His voice suddenly booms out. "Where is that bloody delivery boy, I shouldda already been 'alf way fuelled by now." Seeing as the plane is currently sitting in the middle of the road a scant ten miles from the border... yes, you can see why that would be an issue. Still, you shake off your surprise at Alastair's greeting and poke your head into the back of the plane. There are a couple of seats and a few boxes underneath them.
"Feel free to throw your stuff into the back, it shouldn't be long before we're off again." Morgan helpfully interrupts your searching as she looks away from where she was talking with Alastair. You sit half in the back, legs hanging out as you quietly listen to Morgan and Alastair cheerfully argue back and forth over one thing or another. She sounded... happy, really happy.
While Alastair is in the middle of regaling the three of you with one of his tales of things he's seen from the sky, you hear a vehicle approaching. You hear Morgan let out a quiet Finally as she steps around the plane. She talks with the driver of the truck for a moment before starting to do something with the tank on the back, fuel, you guess. You watch curiously as she hooks up a hose to the plane and the truck suddenly lets out a loud noise, which you guess is the pump and she walks over to you.
"I remembered you said something about setting the forest on fire? Does it matter where you do it? If not, Chris is willing to give you a lift towards the border and back." You blink for a moment. "Ah, Chris is the truck driver."
Plan...
[] Start the fire here, then fly away
[] Go closer to the border, start the fire, return to the plane and fly away
[] Write In...
You lie there, listening to your sisters breathing as she slowly wakes. You feel her tighten her grip on you when she finally wakes up, but she doesn't move. The two of you stay there, just being together.
Eventually, you see Morgan, looking considerably more tired, exit the building and look over to you. When she sees the two of you, she smiles warmly and quietly makes her way over. You nod your head down at your sister, who just digs herself deeper into you.
"Morning you two, sleep well." You smile back at her from your comfortable position and aim your comfyness at her. She lets out a quiet chuckle before continuing. "We have an hour or so before our ride arrives, they are going to be landing a couple of miles down the road from here, towards the border. So we need to set out soon, I was just coming to wake you." You nod, and start gently prodding Una until she gives up. She sits up on your lap and stretches, nearly falling off of your lap without your quick intervention.
The two of you make your way to your feet, you subtly rubbing away the little tear tracks that adorned your face before Una could see them. You stretch out your back with a satisfying crunching noise, loud enough to be audible to Morgan, three metres away. The instinctive flinch she lets out is oddly satisfying, though you don't say anything she looks at your back a little worriedly.
Stretches finished, you grab your bag from it's spot by your feet and pass Una hers. The three of your make your way into the rest stop and quietly thank the owners, tired and bleary eyed as they are, for their hospitality. A quiet goodbye later and you are back on the road, moving towards the border this time. The silence between you is comfortable, none of you feel the need to say anything and so you spend the rest of the trip silently walking.
A while later, you hear a quiet noise off in the distance, one that eventually unfolds into a quiet roaring. When you look to Morgan, she nods and looks up. "Move into the middle of the road, they can't see us from here." It doesn't take long for the pilot to spot you apparently, as they fly away and then pull in towards landing within five minutes. Once the little plane is down on the ground, you get a better look at it.
It's has a small single propeller, and is only about the size of a moving van. It has dull blue paint speckled with black stripes along the side, where you see a door into the back open. Sitting in the pilot seat is a man, you can't see much because of his enormous ginger beard but he calls out to you in a jolly voice. "Morgan! How are ye? Why I only just dropped ye off the other day. Coming home so soon?" He chuckles warmly "Karen'll be delighted." This man has such an accent that you couldn't pin it down beyond English. Not stereotypically posh or anything, but your faint memories of England let you know that it was a bastard mix of Scottish and chav.
Morgan herself just smiles back cheerfully and hugs the man, half hanging out of the cockpit. "Yes, I imagine she will, she was exuberant on the phone earlier." She drops back to the floor, turning to you. "This is Cerys and her sister Una, the two that you were sent here to pick up." You see the man inspecting you for a moment, then you see his beard shift in a manner you somehow recognise as a warm smile. "Ello lass, lovely tae meet ya. Mah names Alastair Caird, but ye can call me Alan if ye want." His beard vibrates slightly as he chuckles.
"Now!" His voice suddenly booms out. "Where is that bloody delivery boy, I shouldda already been 'alf way fuelled by now." Seeing as the plane is currently sitting in the middle of the road a scant ten miles from the border... yes, you can see why that would be an issue. Still, you shake off your surprise at Alastair's greeting and poke your head into the back of the plane. There are a couple of seats and a few boxes underneath them.
"Feel free to throw your stuff into the back, it shouldn't be long before we're off again." Morgan helpfully interrupts your searching as she looks away from where she was talking with Alastair. You sit half in the back, legs hanging out as you quietly listen to Morgan and Alastair cheerfully argue back and forth over one thing or another. She sounded... happy, really happy.
While Alastair is in the middle of regaling the three of you with one of his tales of things he's seen from the sky, you hear a vehicle approaching. You hear Morgan let out a quiet Finally as she steps around the plane. She talks with the driver of the truck for a moment before starting to do something with the tank on the back, fuel, you guess. You watch curiously as she hooks up a hose to the plane and the truck suddenly lets out a loud noise, which you guess is the pump and she walks over to you.
"I remembered you said something about setting the forest on fire? Does it matter where you do it? If not, Chris is willing to give you a lift towards the border and back." You blink for a moment. "Ah, Chris is the truck driver."
Plan...
[] Start the fire here, then fly away
[] Go closer to the border, start the fire, return to the plane and fly away
[] Write In...
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I forgot there, probably, only was a single tree we could use to talk to it.
