Callefine's eyes fluttered open, her heart thumping louder than the angry stomps of a growing crowd. Her hair was only slightly disheveled, as she had rested soundly. A gentle and manicured hand had been caressing her shoulder, like a mother to a child. Which was very strange to the young street urchin.
Callefine had no mother.
Her eyes adjusting to the brightness, Callefine rubbed her head. She reiterated what she had said. "Miro..." Her mind felt light. She only knew the basic things about her. Name, age, appearance. Thin, lacelike scars were etched upon her skin, but Callie couldn't say how and why they were there. Her outfit was clean, pressed, with very few wrinkles. Sitting up, her eyes flickered over to the woman in the chair. "Miro," she said again. The name felt strange, foreign. It was almost as if the girl had not spoken in months. "My name is Callefine," she said, assuming that the woman had introduced herself. "I am- What are we doing here?" the girl asked, changing the direction of her words. Looking around, she found that other Euthesaeans were scattered around the wooden floorboards of the airship. Many of them looked serene, although others looked harassed.
Standing up and patting down her skirt, Callefine walked around. Looking out into the distance, she saw only blue. Looking closer, she saw that a gracious and thick mist was covering what looked like a piece of land that had been ripped from the planet's roots. Everything else was some tint or shade of blue, besides the sun, which shone brightly. Striding back over to the older woman, Callefine looked at her suspiciously before turning to the controls. "How do we get this thing moving
?" she inquired. "I 'aven't ever really been schooled," she admitted. That was one thing she was sure of about herself, that she wasn't going to be very book-smart. She looked at Miromi, waiting for an answer.