Sslar stretched his long legs and whilst enjoying a wide yawn, he eyed Adam slumped
in the corner of the Holding Bay. The Sprint was high now, slender tendrils of cloud swept
past the windows and though, the cliffs seemed to be dwindling out towards the North, Dag
was still doubtful of Mucklebones' request.
"It should just be just near the cliff face that looks like a weeping man" the Witch muttered
from behind the young girl at the controls and with a glance at Chumley in the co-pilot seat,
they both hoped that this time the old Crone was correct.
The small craft banked left and dropped towards the craggy sides, Adam moaned in his sleep
and Dag nibbled her lip -to focus on her steering.
'Warning... proximity alert' came the tinny voice of the Sprint and a green flipper switched off
the warning in mid-sentence, "we know" Chumley whispered and offered a Regalian frown
to the flashing lights in front of him.
"I can't see why you think we should go and get Silo..." Dag said as she dodged a cliff-hugging
Dortell tree "... she wanted to be with Neno and the others" The Canyon Witch squinted her
ancient eyes to look for the way through the Mountain and said nothing.
"Chumley wants to go back to the Yydryl" came a statement and Dag merely nodded as her
eyes alighted on the crying face of a 'rock-man' "There!" Muckles cawed and treated the Xang
Cat behind her to a heel-kicking jig.
It certainly was a freak of nature, a subterranean spring had somehow found it's way through
the limestone and now enjoyed it's freedom by pouring from two areas that looked like
"There's a fissure just beyond the head" Muckles said smugly and wiped rubbed her head on
the dirty sleeve of her poncho, Dag sucked in a deep breath and aimed the Sprint at the dark
split on the man's shoulder.
It was close... very close.
The forest lay in front of them and it seemed to go on forever, the only other thing was the
distant shape of the metal-like Tower, Dag turned up the chirping of the radar and ignored
the brooding structure.
Mucklebones went to the rear of the carft and began rummaging inside her poncho, Sslar
watched with a disinterested face as the old Gray revealed her nakedness.
"Bones... where's my freakin' bones?" she hissed as she groped underneath her grubby
garment, Dag swooped the craft lower and the Crone stumbled to attempt to keep upright,
Chumley looked over his shoulder at the floundering Witch.
Adam made a welcoming landing-mat as Muckles fell onto him and the uncomfortable lump
she felt on her hip -brought a wicked smile to her thin lips.
"Sorry Honey-child..." Muckles said and shuffled away from the dozing Doctor, the small
sack of ivory in her dirty hand.
The Sprint leveled out and the radar chittered and chirped at the different readings that
the forest offered, Dag grunted and flicked the switch to 'off'
Silo heard the droning sound of the ship and pushed on through the undergrowth, the sound
was coming from the north. Her footfalls became rapid as the sound grew louder and the lilac
-haired beauty kept looking towards the odd-opening in the tree-top foliage.
"Feel me -Muckles, feel me" she whispered between breaths and dodged a hanging plant
that seemed to swipe out at her with it's tendrils.
Muckles sat cross-legged on the ships' floor and examined the pattern of crooked off-white
fragments, the goulish shapes told her many things.
"She's close... she just ahead and watch for the vines" the Witch said and looked at the pony-
tailed girl at the helm. Dag slowed the Sprint to almost a hover and scanned the ground
below, the trees swayed under the pressure of the jets.
Then Chumley squeaked in surprise as he saw his friend Silo, his friend who was now
dangling from a leafy vine over a maw of rippling teeth.
"There!... she in trouble" the Regalian shouted and as Dag rose to look out of Chumley's side
of the cockpit, the light flashed to indicate the Main hatchway had opened.
The sudden rush of air made the Sprint wobble, but The Crone of the Canyon took no notice
as she wrapped a safety harness around her wrist and leaped into the blueness outside.
Silo slashed at the tendril with her knife and kicked out with blind hope, her barmaid's
tattered dress hung over her face and though it didn't hide her dignity, it did hide her face.
The teeth of the carnivorous plant clashed with relish of a meal that was bigger than a Bogel
and this brought a renewed interest of escape from Silo13.