So much for posting the next part of the steampunk story every two weeks. These characters had a lot of thoughts about who they ought to be, so they needed some extra time. However, there is now a title of some sort of the story, so that counts for something, right?
Savannah followed Minerva through the lamp-lit streets. Pausing, she shifted her luggage from one hand to the other. Minerva slowed and shook her head. Savannah thought she had packed light, but the walk to the airship hangar was further than she expected. At the moment, she felt less like an adventurer and more like the prissy girls she didn’t want to be like.
More people roamed the streets in the twilight than she expected. Deliverymen and laborers headed to work while dust-covered miners headed home. She hesitated once more, trying to change hands without stopping this time.
“Almost there,” Minerva said as she nodded towards a nearby domed building that towered over all of the others.
Inside, the rest of the team was waiting. Savannah recognized most of them already. Ambrose McLeod had been the catalyst for the team. He visited the house where Minerva worked often because was the son of Mr. Barlow’s colleague and was a budding scientist himself. A year and a half ago, while Minerva was serving tea, she overheard Ambrose’s interest in exploring the New Territories. Minerva immediately told Savannah, who found an excuse to call on the Barlows the next time Ambrose visited. When she explained that her parents had explored parts of the New Territories, Ambrose was immediately interested and helped organize the team.
Now, he hurried across the hangar and took Savannah’s luggage. She thanked him, not letting on how grateful she was not to carry it a step farther.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” he said as he led them towards the airship.
Lewis, a longtime friend of Minerva, joined them next. They had worked together in the factory and he had been like an older brother to her. Once she went to work in the Barlow’s home, they managed to keep in touch. He beamed as he chatted excitedly with her.
When they reached the airship, Savannah felt like she was home again. She half expected her parents to climb down the ramp, arms wide open.
Instead, Ambrose’s cousin, Henry, did. “Welcome to The Intrepid!” He clapped his cousin on the shoulder before taking Savannah’s hand. “It’s good to see you again, Miss Farage.”
“It’s good to see you again too,” Savannah replied.
Minerva nudged Savannah. She realized that she must have been blushing. She wondered if Henry had noticed.
While he greeted the others, someone else stood at the top of the airship ramp, staring. Savannah glanced up and froze. Of all the people, Owen Wisp was the last person she had expected to see. The glared down at her. Memories of the last time she saw him flooded her mind.
It had been after her parents had died in the airship accident. His father had been with them, acting as their pilot. Though she was only seven then, she remembered what he had told her: “If it hadn’t been for your parents, my father wouldn’t be dead. I’ll never forgive them for it.” She had never hoped to see him again.
“Minerva,” she whispered, gesturing towards the ramp.
Minerva frowned. “I didn’t know how to tell you. He and Lewis have been friends a long time. Owen’s one of the best airship mechanics out there. We need him to come.”
“Did he know I would be coming too?”
She glanced over at Lewis. “Maybe?”
As Owen disappeared into the airship, Savannah sighed. “This is going to be a long adventure, isn’t it?”