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"Fylk then. Can you tell me why you seem to be so interested in my scooter? Other than the fact you've likely never seen one?" Miana asked. If he had any sort of answer it might belay his fears on the matter.

Fylk took the hand and shook it heartily.

"Nice to meet you too as well. But." He turned to look down the dock. "We should get going."

Miana sighed. Meushi was nice, but perhaps not the cleverest of the pack. And her interruption had allowed Fylk to avoid the question altogether.
Having little choice in the matter at this point he'd let his suspicions of the man lay as they were for now.
He climbed into the ship as Meushi started yelling again and rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure we'll meet you there." He said to Fylk in a neutral tone.

Miana cocked an eyebrow at Meushi's humorous pre-flight speech, but sat himself down on a crate close the front so he could see out the front window.

"Dare I even ask what the fun way is?" He replied. He had a feeling that she was going to do it that way no matter how he answered the question.

Fylk shrugged, turing to walk down the dock. He had always preferred to moor a little ways away from the other ships. There really wasn't any reason for it, just the way he was. But it did give him time. Such a small C.Tree. Was such a thing really possible? Normally a tree grew in size as it aged. That was one of the theories behind what formed a Mother Tree. Once a Tree gained enough in size and age, it started to bud off smaller trees. However, a tree which perhaps did not grow in size but levitation density?

Reaching his ship, the young looking captain pushed these ponderings from his mind. Skipping lightly on the deck of the Dawn's Edge just aft of her forward drag foil mounting* he placed a hand upon her smooth rails. Leaning over the edge he checked the mooring lines and for a moment a smile crossed his lips. She was a beauty to behold. All done in silver and rosewood the ship's hull seemed to glow even in the soft light of dawn. The crew was on shore leave, but she was a small ship and her captain had no fear that he would be able to move here without help. But that would require that he was in the pilot box. Throwing off the mooring line he headed aft.

Unlike most ships, the Dawn's Edge's pilot box wasn't mounted to the deck of the ship. Instead it was set into the rear sweep, just between the two sets of stairs that carried various personal up on the sweep. To enter it, you had to go through a hatch in the sweep itself. It may have been strange, but she was a strange ship. Placing his hand upon the hatch Fylk undid the lock with his mind. It slid to the side and he slipped in. There it hang, a leather harness with countless lines running out from it. Ducking under the lines he slipped into the harness and did up the buckles.

Floating free, Fylk undid two lines clipped to his chest and fixed them to the floor. Forward the drag foil unfolded. It filled with air quickly to pull them away from the dock. As the ship came alive small glowing dials appeared on the glass dome before him. Thrust flow as good, rotational angel of the C.Tree engine was good. Wind was low and about a half knot. Good weather. Away from the dock, he pulled two gloves from the back of his harness and slipped them on. Small, slightly luminous lines ran from each finger into the sides of the pilot box. Flexing his hands the captain checked the controls. Everything checked out.

Pulling a line attached to the back of his shoulders, he opened the thrust vents on the back of his ship, loosed the aft control foils and took off.

*See my character sheet for it.