Kiana - North Hampshire
The Westerly Reaches of Kiana are known to the locals as North Hampshire. A bucolic scene of rolling farmland, woods, and tree-lined streams greets visitors. The farms here are productive and the Hafling residents are prosperous. The border of the shire marks the end of Kiana and the beginning of Bigobo Grove. It is defended by the tower of the Western Watch.
After nearly a day aloft in the polar jet, the air near sea-level felt thick and soupy, almost like a gel, to Miiya. She struggled against iced wings, frozen limbs and utter exhaustion, to keep herself in trim as she approached the ground. Too fast! It wasn't the sea. She wouldn't drown, but she could still die on impact if she didn't slow her descent!
Pull up! Pull up!
Miiya screamed with the effort of cupping air and stalling just above the ground.
Still too fast!
She hit hard, managing to get her hands up to protect her neck, but unable to tuck her unresponsive wings. Mud, ice, and feathers flew as she somersalted twice and came to rest face-down in a cabbage field.
(OOC: Brobin Brandywine)
Brobin grumbled to himself as he huddled against the misty rain still falling after the morning's big blow. Just because the Crosswaters had every right to hold his feet to the fire about returning their thresher, didn't mean he had to like doing it in the rain. "Gee-up there, Suzie" He said, giving his mule a light tap as she slowed to investigate a patch of roadside clover. "Hey, oi don't like it any more than thee." He replied to her indignant bray.
"Eh, wazzat?" He asked himself as Suzy wandered toward another green thistle patch. Brobin alighted, leaving cart and grazing mule, to climb the roadside fence. "Et's a big bird wot's come down wif the storm." He informed the uninterested Suzy. After climbing through the fence and squelching across the muddy field, Brobin came squelching right back. "Nawp. Et's nawt a bird." He said grimly. "Wish't it were, tho. C'mon Suzie, lets go get help. Kin't leave the poor girl lyin out 'ere for the buzzards an such."
(OOC: To Crosswaters Farm and back Again)
(OOC: The Crosswaters Clan)
"She's near frozen solid! That's snow in 'er wings!"
"Wot's an Aiross doin' this far north?"
"C'mon lads, 'elp me shift 'er inta tha cart."
A group of Haflings, brought by Brobin's news, had gathered around the downed Aeros girl. A quick check confirmed what he had said; the girl was clearly dead. She was colder than the ground where she lay, and she didn't draw breath.
"Moment of silence, boys, afore we move 'er, if'n yew please." Merrymack Crosswaters doffed his hat, despite the light drizzle, and motioned for the others to do the same. "Where'ere she wuz going, et seems she tried powerf'l hard ta get there, poor lil duffer."
After paying their respects, the group of haflings set about gently folding Miiya's wings and lifting her onto a litter so she could be carried to one of the waiting carts.
It took a long time, but eventually the oxygen-rich air stagnating in her lungs gathered enough carbon dioxide to trigger an autonomous breath. Miiya's chest rose and fell slightly. Her heart, barely fluttering, gave a few stronger beats.
(OOC: Crosswaters Clan)
"Oi! She's alive!" Cried one of the Crosswaters. "She moved! There! See!" The Haflings clustered around the litter on which Miiya lay.
"Lass! Lass! Kin yew hear me?" An older hafling asked as he lifted her broken goggles.
"Ho... she looks familiar." Another exclaimed. "Don't she look like the bird wot performed at Billy's wedding?"
"Mebbe... All big folk looks the same ta me."
"Stop yer jawin'. She's in a bad way. Le's git 'er 'ome to Crosswaters."
(Miiya and Haflings TO: Crosswaters)