Flying was enjoyable to him... for could the Russian ever be Earth-bound again? Only time would tell... and ever more unexpected was the evening; that time of day where flying was becoming more and more rewarding to him... to watch the sun set in the west, and darkness envelope them as the balloon, and the countryside below disappeared... and only the constant hum of the stoves, and the loud burst of the burners to split the silence.
As the lights of the city below gave way to darkness... Sasha would look over the rail of the basket and see a dim light below, and wonder what that person’s life was like. Light after distant light, he would choose one and wonder.
And as Malcolm nudged Sasha’s arm, the pair began to manage ropes and bags of dirt to maneuver the basket beneath the large balloon to go where they wanted it to... and at the speed of descent they needed to safely set it down.
Within half an hour, the members of the party took to horse and was riding toward destiny... toward her daughter... and the group was an ominous gathering, for none could tell which one Biatta was. The group, made up of greedy men, and a woman wanting something more valuable than gold, her daughter... and the man who loved her deeply, with no regrets... all rode together... and as the signal was given, they slowed to a cantor... then a walk... not on a road, but grass, to move as quietly as possible, as close as possible..
There before the small group, the estate... from the group, the people... one to stay with the horses, three to move to the manor. And as usual, Sasha was leading the small masked band. And at the building’s rear entrance, Sasha pointed to the shadows where the third member would watch for arrivals... meanwhile the pair would move deeper inside.
As he entered, his finger was ready on the hammer, but he’d not cock it... not unless things seemed to get hairy... or they were abruptly discovered, or threatened. He could feel her hand upon his back... Damn she was smart... and they eluded the kitchen worker and headed up the stairs where she pointed... and he stepped carefully, and slowly, not to cause a creak.
His heart thudded soundly in his chest, but he was able to control his breathing, and remained calm. He’d peer to the hallway upstairs before revealing himself, then with a flick of his wrist, he motioned her to the landing, and he moved beside her as they began to quietly search rooms.
There he saw a dim light, and he heard a woman singing softly... a lullaby... but to whom he knew not. So he motioned to Biatta and pointed to the door, and he stood with his back against the wall between doors and watched the dark hallway, and stairs.
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"Speak lightly to an enraged Dragon...
... for he, who possesses that Gem, possesses Wealth.”