Moving to the First Gear City

The weather fit the mood: miserable but excitable. It was cold, rainy, windy, and the lightning fanned across the sky in endless forks with the thunder rolling on and on until it began to irritate. Jayden vomited over the edge of the railing and watched as it plummeted the couple hundred feet to the ground. Jayden loved having the opportunity to travel on an airship, but not in the storm. Normally ships were grounded in weather like this, but they couldn't land here, not in Craig's Crags, even if the edge, they were too far off course. They should have been sailing 50 elecs to the escuusorial. Jayden retched again.

"You're gonna leave a trail for them to follow us," the captain had approached Jayden, and though was close by, he had to yell over the wind and the rain pounding on the long balloon above their heads. "If the rain doesn't wash away the scent before they pick it up, they might track you forever!" The captain laughed as he put a consoling hand on Jayden's shoulder, and then trudged on down the deck as Jayden retched again, hoping they were hiding from the rain in their caves, and the rain would last here, not for him on his journey, but here.