[ Between the balloon and the basket, there is an understated mechanism: a pull handle, a small canister of oil, and a flint-tinder strike. When pulled, it will heat up the air inside the balloon. With Mikhail's gusts pushing them up, they haven't needed it... yet. But they'll eventually be beyond his reach.
The air is already getting a bit thinner, the biting Ravkan chill a bit less friendly now. Anahid buries one hand in the other, hiding red knuckles. ]
In fact, what even is your role in all this? Moral support?
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[ Between the balloon and the basket, there is an understated mechanism: a pull handle, a small canister of oil, and a flint-tinder strike. When pulled, it will heat up the air inside the balloon. With Mikhail's gusts pushing them up, they haven't needed it... yet. But they'll eventually be beyond his reach.
The air is already getting a bit thinner, the biting Ravkan chill a bit less friendly now. Anahid buries one hand in the other, hiding red knuckles. ]
In fact, what even is your role in all this? Moral support?