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[Witches' Horses] unfinished snip
Mar. 11th, 2006 02:08 pm"--Stand with your back to the woods and your front to me," Ilya heard the captain murmur through the wiring, watching the terem drift-spin in lazy, erratic loops in the viewports.
"What was tha--bozhe moi," he interrupted himself, staring out. The terem had stopped spinning and was now running out welcoming lights to a docking port, nearly all of the tracking still functional.
The ship hummed under his feet, angle of approach to the terem aligning itself to the now-open port, and he ran.
". . you are not seriously thinking of walking in there," he told the back of the captain's head as he pulled himself into the control cabin.
"Do you have a better idea?" the captain replied tensely over one shoulder, looking about as spooked as Ilya felt. "We've neither ice nor air to get much of anywhere else, and if it's all the same to you I'd not like a rusalka's death."
"You'd rather trust a terem that responds to children's rhymes?" Ilya asked, incredulous. "For all we know, there's neither ice nor air inside, either, and there might be a 'Yaga."
"There's air, and power--" the captain pointed to a mirror, coaxing the ship closer with the other hand. "Terem's been listening since we got within mirror-range."
Ilya stilled his shiver with deliberate effort. "As the captain commands," he said softly, and moved out of the cabin.
"What was tha--bozhe moi," he interrupted himself, staring out. The terem had stopped spinning and was now running out welcoming lights to a docking port, nearly all of the tracking still functional.
The ship hummed under his feet, angle of approach to the terem aligning itself to the now-open port, and he ran.
". . you are not seriously thinking of walking in there," he told the back of the captain's head as he pulled himself into the control cabin.
"Do you have a better idea?" the captain replied tensely over one shoulder, looking about as spooked as Ilya felt. "We've neither ice nor air to get much of anywhere else, and if it's all the same to you I'd not like a rusalka's death."
"You'd rather trust a terem that responds to children's rhymes?" Ilya asked, incredulous. "For all we know, there's neither ice nor air inside, either, and there might be a 'Yaga."
"There's air, and power--" the captain pointed to a mirror, coaxing the ship closer with the other hand. "Terem's been listening since we got within mirror-range."
Ilya stilled his shiver with deliberate effort. "As the captain commands," he said softly, and moved out of the cabin.
