[ Who would, indeed. The tale might ironically be more convincing had the teller of it chosen to describe machines, or aliens, or alien machines, rather than so ordinary a subject (and therefore extraordinary an event.) For the present time, at least, the raiders are either too preoccupied with the battle, or their sensors ignorant of minor heat signatures, to notice the movement of two small lifeforms(?) through the air, where the air is once more cool against the cheek.
Kevin's bundle of cargo stirs a bit in his arms. ]
Mmm...?
[ ...strange, how nice the wind feels. And the sky past Kevin's face (why is Kevin's face there?) seems closer than before. ]
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Kevin's bundle of cargo stirs a bit in his arms. ]
Mmm...?
[ ...strange, how nice the wind feels. And the sky past Kevin's face (why is Kevin's face there?) seems closer than before. ]