Post by Mail on Feb 4, 2015 5:14:54 GMT
It had darkened quite a bit before he acknowledged that he'd have to make some sort of plan.
He looked back towards the plane, smoke still trickling from it, and decided it would be better to spend the night near the wing.
He got up, shook his coat clean, and carefully put it back on so that both of his wings fit through the slits on the back. At least he could try shielding himself from the blowing sand and cold wind. The temperature drop was significant enough that he decided to try constructing some sort of fire. Not that there was really anything around except for plane parts. And sand.
He quickly climbed back into the plane and grabbed hold of one of the airplane seats, remembering that the embers from them had still been there when he had woken up. The material seemed simple enough that it could burn readily. It probably wasn't the best choice for an airplane to have, but he wasn't complaining. He wrenched and kicked it free, then pulled it outside and dragged it closer to the wing, his temporary shelter.
He took of his gloves, put them both into his pockets, then placed his hands flat against the seat. A red ring formed around his elbows on both of his arms, circling slowly before shooting down towards the seat and disappearing into it.
He jumped back quickly in alarm as the airplane seat was blown a few feet forward. There was a charred hole where his hands had been placed and most of the seat had fallen apart. The remains were covered in healthy flames.
He frowned at his hands, but at least it had gotten the job done. He rubbed some sand over one of his scorched palms and then went and sat down next to the flaming seat. It was more comforting with the light and heat, and he hoped that it would discourage some larger creatures from making an attack.
He looked back towards the plane, smoke still trickling from it, and decided it would be better to spend the night near the wing.
He got up, shook his coat clean, and carefully put it back on so that both of his wings fit through the slits on the back. At least he could try shielding himself from the blowing sand and cold wind. The temperature drop was significant enough that he decided to try constructing some sort of fire. Not that there was really anything around except for plane parts. And sand.
He quickly climbed back into the plane and grabbed hold of one of the airplane seats, remembering that the embers from them had still been there when he had woken up. The material seemed simple enough that it could burn readily. It probably wasn't the best choice for an airplane to have, but he wasn't complaining. He wrenched and kicked it free, then pulled it outside and dragged it closer to the wing, his temporary shelter.
He took of his gloves, put them both into his pockets, then placed his hands flat against the seat. A red ring formed around his elbows on both of his arms, circling slowly before shooting down towards the seat and disappearing into it.
He jumped back quickly in alarm as the airplane seat was blown a few feet forward. There was a charred hole where his hands had been placed and most of the seat had fallen apart. The remains were covered in healthy flames.
He frowned at his hands, but at least it had gotten the job done. He rubbed some sand over one of his scorched palms and then went and sat down next to the flaming seat. It was more comforting with the light and heat, and he hoped that it would discourage some larger creatures from making an attack.