Vacation Day (for Myra)

[evillurks]

The appointment has been set for very early in the morning, a reminder that he keeps all hours, not just the late ones. The coordinates he's sent Myra land her somewhere that the very first and overwhelming impression is one of fog. In her day and age, only a daring pilot would dream of taking off in it, but this is a modern airport with a very small, if often unmanned control tower, from which it's already clear this is simply a low-lying and temporary blanket of mist that will burn off quickly once the sun is truly up. Already a watery light is filtering through.
The building at her back is a shabby hangar, and is no different from any she's seen in her own time, if just a little more weathered. On a private airfield, not much changes but the planes.

The Shadow, dressed in a button-down shirt, light jacket, and jeans, is holding two thermoses. It should be easy to guess the contents, but he looks fairly alert already. "Morning." He has either slept a little better, or is simply covering for it well. Possibly there is some combination of the two.

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[evillurks.livejournal.com]

He returns the teasing with a mildly rueful smile, shrugging on his own pack and standing in a single smooth motion. There is a little more stretching as she mentally marks out their path, and then he lets her lead the way down the rocks and downhill. The energy is restored to his gait, but he schools himself to keep a few steps behind her, since deer trails don't allow for walking side by side. When he spots an owl camoflauged against its tree, and later a sleepy raccoon, he catches her attention to point out the sights, but apart from that he seems to have regained the quiet contentment of the vacation day.

The plane awaits them, undisturbed and shining in the gradually lowering sun, and the view from the air will be even more beautiful in the later light.

[myra-reldon.livejournal.com]

Myra walks up to the plane and stands next to it, taking another look back at the mountain and picking out the rocky outcropping that was nearly camouflaged by treetops from where she stood. She takes a cleansing breath and locks the events from the day soundly in her memory.

She felt rested and ready for the things that lay ahead.

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

The Shadow lets her take her time, circling the plane once to look it over and removing his makeshift chocks from the wheels. There is an air of proprietary pride as he runs a hand along the leading edges of the wings, although this is a fairly standard pre-flight check, should he need that excuse. When she's ready the door is already open, and he gives a slight bow as he helps her in. "Your chariot awaits..."

He seems in good spirits the flight back, and bids her farewell in a quiet corner of the tiny airport, watching her PINpoint home. They both have much to think on, and prepare for.