03-12-2015, 06:04 PM
Aria held on to his hand throughout the flight. He didn't mind at all. It was nice to be needed. Nox was a bundle of nerves. Aria's little joke didn't make him laugh, but Lucas thought it was ok. Sometimes the best way to deal with stress was to joke about the cause. And if Nox was scared of crashing then joking about it might help make it seem less ominous. But everyone was different. He put on his ear-buds and was soon in his own world.
Aria, though, held tight. He couldn't imagine what was stressful about the plane for her. Something tickled his memory. A calm center? He'd ask her about it later when there weren't so many ears. And in the meantime, he relaxed and sent calming feelings her way. He wasn't sure if it worked that way, but it made him feel better and more peaceful. Hopefully that would be enough for her.
After they arrived- with more panic from Nox at the descent- Nox bounded as quickly as possible out of the plane and the look on his face as they stood on firm earth was almost comical in its relief. The air was crisp and cold- colder than home- and the town was so small. But the snow-capped mountains and the picturesque landscape made it clear why this was a vacation destination.
They got to their resort- on a lake of all things, the reflection of the sky and mountains nearly a perfect image of the real thing- and he was delighted by the wooden interiors, the dark and amber beams shining with the warm reflected lights of the lamps. It was warm and cozy.
He and Aria went to their rooms, while Nox went to his own adjoining room before saying he was headed to the bar. The bellhop delivered their luggage and after a tip, left the room. The room was just as warm and homey as the rest of the lodge. There was even a fireplace. He sort of knew how to make a fire from living on the streets- as long as there were matches.
He investigated and was pleased. "At least it's a real fireplace, rather than gas."
He remembered how comforting the flicker and snap and pop of a fire was in the bitter cold. You almost felt home. And in a place like this...
He bent down and started pulling out the provided kindling and wood. As he worked, he called out from the place, "I'm gonna make a fire. If you want to wash the plane off you, now's a good time. The fire will be good and warm for you when you're done."
Aria, though, held tight. He couldn't imagine what was stressful about the plane for her. Something tickled his memory. A calm center? He'd ask her about it later when there weren't so many ears. And in the meantime, he relaxed and sent calming feelings her way. He wasn't sure if it worked that way, but it made him feel better and more peaceful. Hopefully that would be enough for her.
After they arrived- with more panic from Nox at the descent- Nox bounded as quickly as possible out of the plane and the look on his face as they stood on firm earth was almost comical in its relief. The air was crisp and cold- colder than home- and the town was so small. But the snow-capped mountains and the picturesque landscape made it clear why this was a vacation destination.
They got to their resort- on a lake of all things, the reflection of the sky and mountains nearly a perfect image of the real thing- and he was delighted by the wooden interiors, the dark and amber beams shining with the warm reflected lights of the lamps. It was warm and cozy.
He and Aria went to their rooms, while Nox went to his own adjoining room before saying he was headed to the bar. The bellhop delivered their luggage and after a tip, left the room. The room was just as warm and homey as the rest of the lodge. There was even a fireplace. He sort of knew how to make a fire from living on the streets- as long as there were matches.
He investigated and was pleased. "At least it's a real fireplace, rather than gas."
He remembered how comforting the flicker and snap and pop of a fire was in the bitter cold. You almost felt home. And in a place like this...
He bent down and started pulling out the provided kindling and wood. As he worked, he called out from the place, "I'm gonna make a fire. If you want to wash the plane off you, now's a good time. The fire will be good and warm for you when you're done."