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Dragonseer, admittedly, sounded like a much more important position than it actually ended up being.

While Nkosazana did not mind flying in hot air balloons necessarily, she had thought they were going to see majestic old creatures or something similarly as awe worthy. It did intrigue her, though, that they insisted on calling someone who flew in a balloon a "dragonseer." Was there something above the clouds that was reminiscent of a dragon? It seemed the most logical response to her, anyway.

Or perhaps there were dragons up there? It was rather hard to see quite high up considering all the fog that was overcast.

The best way to find out the answers to those questions appeared to be playing along with the locals, though, and actually creating a balloon to fly up high with the dragonseer. While flying was the purview of the clan of War usually, there were those in Death that could fly, and they were also fairly high up in the tower, so a fear of heights did not strike her. What did strike her was the fact that she was expected to make what would be supporting her herself.

She had never made a flying contraption before; contraptions were the work of the scientist types of Famine and Conquest and perhaps even the Jewelcrafters of Death to some extent. It could not have been too difficult, right? If it was, none of those here would have ever been able to do it. She just needed to figure out what was necessary to carry her particular body up into the skies.

There were a lot of things sitting in front of her that she could use. Leather, rope, doors, clothes, trash cans, all of these seemed like logical possibilities. There were then the ones that were less so, like the flaming carpet at the net. It didn't seem like a net would make a particularly safe material to make a carriage out of, and she had to question why it was even in with the rest of the flying supplies.

Of course, then again, perhaps there was a good reason for it. Cloth was often used as a way to hold people, but it would not be particularly sturdy just on its own in the air. Perhaps if she could attach it to the net, she would be better off. Locating some adhesive, Nkosazana set to work on attaching the cloth to the net, leaving the net on the outside to support it, and the cloth on the inside to make the ride up just a bit smoother.

"There, that'll work," Nkosazana seemed confident for a moment, but that was quickly shattered when she added a, "I hope."