'Angara, don't breathe your sparks onto the map, please!' Pio pulled the old chart from under the dragon's nose and brushed off the hot spots. 'I know it's a dangerous business going up; you might be seen and all that. But we need to do it. I want to triangulate our position from this distance and do my closest guestimate of where we are on the Beleriand coast.' She rolled up the map after making a few more notations on the rough sketch of it in her notebook. 'And beside that, you're a big lovely dragon. Wouldn't you like to make a few swoops over the ship and impress the crew?'
She knew the elf was appealing to her vanity, but nonetheless Angara agreed to meet her in an hour on the water, well away from the ship. 'I don't suppose I could flame the topmast just a little, could I?!' asked the dragon with a hopeful look on her face, as she went to the maindeck to find something to eat.
Pio put her notebook and the small sextant and compass in a well-worn leather pouch and belted it around her waist. She walked toward the steps to the maindeck and heard a small rustle of clothing coming from the direction of a stack of barrels next to the stairs. She smiled to herself, and walked on past the now quiet barrel.
About halfway down the steps, she spoke over her shoulder. 'You'ld best come and have some lunch, Rose! There'll be no eating once we go up. I'll need you to write notes for me while I mark our position. And wear something warm, please.'
[ July 24, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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