I Hate Flying

[Nox]

Nox's mind was racing as he paced. Sage was off in la-la land seeming watching nothing at all as he stared into space. A man wearing a baseball cap and sporting an American accent stopped in front of him and asked after someone. With a smirk Nox could have said, nah man, but he just chuckled to himself. "Aye. You must bed Ryder Tate. Our benefactor," Nox nodded to Sage staring off into space doing whatever calculations he had decided were necessary. Whatever algorithms made his mind tick were beyond Nox's comprehension. "is Sage Parker." Nox didn't bother introducing Lily, it wasn't important and he'd figure it out sooner rather than later anyway. Lily was quiet, she'd been fed an hour ago and likely would be a bit on edge once they took off. He was going to be on edge when they took off. Hopefully there wasn't much turbulence. Last thing he wanted was another airplane crash while he was on board.

"You ready to go deal with the funeral rites of our beloved uncle?" Sage came up with an elaborate story as to why they were traveling together -- Nox and this Ryder. Sage was there to see his people. What people were left anyway. And he said he had plans for my arm, which he stowed away in his bag and he'd been playing with it since Nox gave it to him. Whatever he was doing it didn't matter to Nox much. Nox shifted Lilly with the half arm and offered Ryder his hand in welcome. "Suppose we'll be spending a bit of time together."