Very seldom do we just arrive at a place. I mean in most cases a point a to the point b, right? Then why does it feel like i have sometimes fell asleep at the wheel of a car in the middle of a road trip only to wake on arriving? Well, most of the time. There are a few times that I have came in during the traveling, and I'm always amazed at how I might find myself moving between these spectacular places. There is one I long for more than the others but far and few between. A ship infused with the very being of a living soul. An experiment to be the first in line of five ships that would carry the weight, hopes, and dreams of an entire race. But, I digress. There is little need to trouble everyone with such a tragedy.
To fly upon the wind, the gusts, gales, and torrents Zephyrine is just such a ship. Small in stature, relatively speaking, made to resemble the Vermillion bird bathed in a Crimson red with bright green tattoos lining its frame. What she lacks in size the Zephyrine made up for in speed and grace. It was said that on the evening sky, just before sunset, she would appear to catch on fire as she crossed the sky
It is said that its the beauty in this world that makes all the darkness bearable. So, maybe that is why I long to fly with those wings. It is easy to feel safe there where the world cant reach you.