01-15-2018, 02:20 PM
Carmelita had been looking all afternoon, walking round three different districts with shops. She had found trinket sellers, enchanted clothiers and widget makers, but none of them had been anything more than very limited magical creations. In the evening’s waning light, she spotted a blacksmiths. One of the weapons on display glowed an ethereal blue, and she entered in the hopes that she had found what she was looking for.
The inside of the shop was ill-lit, the majority of the light coming from the forge that was slowly cooling. A man, presumably the blacksmith, was snoring rather loudly as he rested behind the counter that separated the front of the shop from the back. As Carmelita approached, he gave a snort and sleepily scratched his belly beneath the large blacksmith’s apron he wore.
“Excuse me?” Carmelita knocked on the counter. “Are you awake?”
“Huh?” The man came to rather blearily, and stared over the counter with sleep still in his eyes. “Oh. What do you want?”
“I wanted to inquire about the glowing sword you have on display outside.”
“The magic sword? Well I can tell you that the price is-”
“I mean, the magic behind it. I’m in the market for a magic item.”
The man’s expression fell, and he wrinkled his nose in an unpleasant manner.
“Eh, then you’re out of luck. I got it enchanted to see if it would increase my custom. Didn’t work.”
Carmelita bit back the thought that his lack of customers was less to do with variety and more to do with his attitude, and instead smiled politely.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said. “Might I inquire who performed the service?”
“Some fancy-pants wizard from Dalaran. Made me pay through the nose.”
“Where is Dalaran, might I ask?” Carmelita staunchly continued.
“Great flying city in the sky. Can’t miss it. Now go buy a pegasus flight and bugger off.”
With a little, shallow smile, Carmelita left the blacksmith’s behind. She brought up a few maps from the Dataverse on her eyepieces before scrolling through a few explanations of the omniphysics of flying vehicles and mounts. As she did so, she wandered through the streets until she found a suitably large plaza, mostly empty of people at this time of night.
Put off by her last experience, she had no desire to ride another equine. Instead she closed her eyes and carefully brought to mind the most memorable occasion she had flown in a vehicle: the first time she’d ever really talked with Sly. The blades whirring overhead, the cargo hold big enough for the two of them, the pilot unconscious and the helicopter set to fly in circles for hours on end. The omnilium rainbow flowed out and slowly took shape.
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Eventually, the police helicopter was finished. After checking that the flight controls were ready, and all systems read green, Carmelita tentatively piloted the vehicle into the air.
The blades began spinning, and the spotlights mounted on the front of the helicopter showed dust flying away as she carefully pulled back on the controls and eased it into the air. Soon she had reached two hundred feet, and began making her way east, the lights of the city vanishing quickly behind her.
The flight quickly grew dull. With little to see below her on the now overcast night, and with no lights to guide the way, Carmelita pulled up above the clouds, startling a flock of what seemed to be tiny fairies made of mist as she did so. One of them flew alongside the cockpit for a bit, pulling faces in the dim light given out by the flight controls, before flitting away. An orange light alerted Carmelita that the cargo bay window was open, but she shrugged it off. She couldn’t get everything perfect on a first try.
The inside of the shop was ill-lit, the majority of the light coming from the forge that was slowly cooling. A man, presumably the blacksmith, was snoring rather loudly as he rested behind the counter that separated the front of the shop from the back. As Carmelita approached, he gave a snort and sleepily scratched his belly beneath the large blacksmith’s apron he wore.
“Excuse me?” Carmelita knocked on the counter. “Are you awake?”
“Huh?” The man came to rather blearily, and stared over the counter with sleep still in his eyes. “Oh. What do you want?”
“I wanted to inquire about the glowing sword you have on display outside.”
“The magic sword? Well I can tell you that the price is-”
“I mean, the magic behind it. I’m in the market for a magic item.”
The man’s expression fell, and he wrinkled his nose in an unpleasant manner.
“Eh, then you’re out of luck. I got it enchanted to see if it would increase my custom. Didn’t work.”
Carmelita bit back the thought that his lack of customers was less to do with variety and more to do with his attitude, and instead smiled politely.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said. “Might I inquire who performed the service?”
“Some fancy-pants wizard from Dalaran. Made me pay through the nose.”
“Where is Dalaran, might I ask?” Carmelita staunchly continued.
“Great flying city in the sky. Can’t miss it. Now go buy a pegasus flight and bugger off.”
With a little, shallow smile, Carmelita left the blacksmith’s behind. She brought up a few maps from the Dataverse on her eyepieces before scrolling through a few explanations of the omniphysics of flying vehicles and mounts. As she did so, she wandered through the streets until she found a suitably large plaza, mostly empty of people at this time of night.
Put off by her last experience, she had no desire to ride another equine. Instead she closed her eyes and carefully brought to mind the most memorable occasion she had flown in a vehicle: the first time she’d ever really talked with Sly. The blades whirring overhead, the cargo hold big enough for the two of them, the pilot unconscious and the helicopter set to fly in circles for hours on end. The omnilium rainbow flowed out and slowly took shape.
---
Eventually, the police helicopter was finished. After checking that the flight controls were ready, and all systems read green, Carmelita tentatively piloted the vehicle into the air.
The blades began spinning, and the spotlights mounted on the front of the helicopter showed dust flying away as she carefully pulled back on the controls and eased it into the air. Soon she had reached two hundred feet, and began making her way east, the lights of the city vanishing quickly behind her.
The flight quickly grew dull. With little to see below her on the now overcast night, and with no lights to guide the way, Carmelita pulled up above the clouds, startling a flock of what seemed to be tiny fairies made of mist as she did so. One of them flew alongside the cockpit for a bit, pulling faces in the dim light given out by the flight controls, before flitting away. An orange light alerted Carmelita that the cargo bay window was open, but she shrugged it off. She couldn’t get everything perfect on a first try.