#c lucas

Well aren’t y’all so sweet to me? Thanks y’all

Cricket: If you were a basketball player, what would you want your number to be?

Cricket: Trying to watch basketball so I can figure out the rules and I'm losing focus.

Cricket: Help me Luke, you're my only hope.

Cricket: First, why do you have Shrek 2 rented?

She was going over to where they kept the planes. Because she was going to finally get to properly fly in one. Just like Lucas had promised. She had an afternoon off -- and the sky was at least mostly clear. She was going to get to see a part of the world she’d never seen.

So now all she had to do was make sure that she didn’t run into a certain brother of hers. Which was a concern normally, but became especially prevalent as she made her way to where the planes were. Back with Rosemary she could stay in her tent, wrap a coat around herself, feign ignorance. That figure wasn’t her brother. But not now, not here. So she kept her gaze focused on the ground, watching her boots as she skirted around pilots and other soldiers, mumbling a soft “pardon me” now and again.

She’d never flown in a plane, but she had watched them from her home back in England sometimes -- and once Cael left for war, she sometimes wondered if she’d instinctively know if she ever saw his plane up in the sky. 

She wondered if it was scary, navigating a huge metal machine up where only birds were supposed to fly. Planes couldn’t get to heaven, but they were probably the closest that people could get while still being alive. Cael would think the idea stupid, but Callista liked it -- it gave her some sense of grounding so far away from home, in a new place.

She glanced up and spotted Lucas’ frame a couple hundred meters away from her. 

“Hey!” She called out, skipping over. “Ready to fly, Private?” She grinned.