Snippet #2193764

A shrill whistle comes from one of the crew, Slater, with a slight smile on his face, as most of them began to disperse and go their separate ways.

"Captain, isn't that job left to one of the more... Senior shipman...?" He asked. He had served only fifteen real years on the ship, having started as a sort of cabin bit at the age young age of three. A job like showing someone how to handle the ship would normally be left to one of the two elder crew members- Heilter and Morris- both of whom had served nearly thirty years aboard the ship.

To tell the truth, he was reluctant to keep company when he was landbound. The people that lived on the ground... Rubbed him the wrong way occasionally. Never when he was in the air, of course, and he always acted with courtesy, but their habits, manner, and sometimes their actual fear of being in the sky he found extremely odd.

Still, this was a festival and it was Luna's granddaughter, so maybe it would be different.