The way she says it makes Ripley laugh; ridiculous to think someone from a place touched by magic would find her world fascinating. An interstellar cacophony made up of lifeless receptacles for people to cram themselves inside. Her spacefaring race feels soft-bellied in comparison. Technology rules them.
But Fever's intrigue endears her. She indulges the woman a little, quirking her lip.
"Very commonplace. No different than taking a cab, really. It's rare you meet a person who's never gone up before. People travel ten, twenty, thirty light years like it's nothing." And it is nothing. "We climb into pods that put us into stasis and keep us alive for long stretches of time. A pilot dreams more than they fly, but that's part of the gig."
Ripley's turn;
"What's yours like? I couldn't tell you the first thing about magic. The idea still feels... childish, really. No offense."
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'One of those worlds.'
The way she says it makes Ripley laugh; ridiculous to think someone from a place touched by magic would find her world fascinating. An interstellar cacophony made up of lifeless receptacles for people to cram themselves inside. Her spacefaring race feels soft-bellied in comparison. Technology rules them.
But Fever's intrigue endears her. She indulges the woman a little, quirking her lip.
"Very commonplace. No different than taking a cab, really. It's rare you meet a person who's never gone up before. People travel ten, twenty, thirty light years like it's nothing." And it is nothing. "We climb into pods that put us into stasis and keep us alive for long stretches of time. A pilot dreams more than they fly, but that's part of the gig."
Ripley's turn;
"What's yours like? I couldn't tell you the first thing about magic. The idea still feels... childish, really. No offense."