Lissome
Moon
- Joined
- Dec 28, 2015
Location: Living Quarters Hallway
Characters: Ayla, Kaylee
Ayla laughed softly, there was a musical quality to the sound though it seemed oddly removed which made it hard to tell if she was indeed laughing at a joke or at the person who told it. She rolled on the heels of her feet to lean casually against the wall, her arms crossed, and accented the change in angle by tilting her head to regard the other woman, her dark hair hanging like a curtain over one shoulder. She smiled silently just long enough for the space in sound to feel strange before replying.
“Indeed it is Kaylee Denton,” friendly mockery danced through her voice. “I'm more comfortable with ground beneath my feet I fear.” She motioned with her gaze to the corridor around them, dark eyes moving into a smooth arc before returning her calculating gaze to Kaylee. “So your hands are guiding our illustrious vessel, should I be concerned that you are not at the helm?” Ayla allowed herself to grin playfully before biting her lower lip for a moment in thought. She stopped chewing on her lip suddenly, like someone who has caught themselves at a bad habit, and hid the motion by asking the first thing that came to her mind. “Tell me, is it terribly exciting to fly out into the unknown? Or is there not much difference between one patch of empty space and another when you're staring at a console?” Ayla felt a stab of self-annoyance as soon as the words left her mouth, her voice dripped with far more sarcasm than she had intended.
Characters: Ayla, Kaylee
Ayla laughed softly, there was a musical quality to the sound though it seemed oddly removed which made it hard to tell if she was indeed laughing at a joke or at the person who told it. She rolled on the heels of her feet to lean casually against the wall, her arms crossed, and accented the change in angle by tilting her head to regard the other woman, her dark hair hanging like a curtain over one shoulder. She smiled silently just long enough for the space in sound to feel strange before replying.
“Indeed it is Kaylee Denton,” friendly mockery danced through her voice. “I'm more comfortable with ground beneath my feet I fear.” She motioned with her gaze to the corridor around them, dark eyes moving into a smooth arc before returning her calculating gaze to Kaylee. “So your hands are guiding our illustrious vessel, should I be concerned that you are not at the helm?” Ayla allowed herself to grin playfully before biting her lower lip for a moment in thought. She stopped chewing on her lip suddenly, like someone who has caught themselves at a bad habit, and hid the motion by asking the first thing that came to her mind. “Tell me, is it terribly exciting to fly out into the unknown? Or is there not much difference between one patch of empty space and another when you're staring at a console?” Ayla felt a stab of self-annoyance as soon as the words left her mouth, her voice dripped with far more sarcasm than she had intended.