Long way down. Of course that was the point of setting up flight operations on a cliff. Malserrin strode across the grassy field. The grass was fading to
yellow and short - not enough water, too much heat. And the grass died completely almost a yard from the hard asphault tarmacs which cut at non-congruent
angles across the grassy field. The hangar doors were partly open, which meant they were partly closed as well. Approaching quickly, Malserrin could see the
bulk of an airship tucked inside the moderately sized hangar. It didn't quite seem complete, but that could be a trick of the shadows inside the hangar.
Not important anyway.
A short man, brown coveralls and wild, curly hair stepped quickly outside the doors of the hangar. He wasn't looking Malserrin's way, but movement
captures the vision and the man watched him approach.
"Mr. Dawson?," guessed Malserrin. He knew the type of engineers Cornelia preferred, and this man fit the description to the tee.
After a few pleasantries and an quick, not-really-needed introduction, the man stuck his head back into the hangar. "CORNELIA!," he hollered.
"YOUR BROTHER IS HERE TO SEE YOU!" The man turned quickly towards Malserrin and waved him in. "Last I saw she was crawling around the rafters
somewhere," he grinned. "Should be down soon enough."
Mal strode in, heading towards a large engineering table on the port side of the hangar. As expected, it was covered with blueprints, diagrams and various
design specifications of a wide variety of machinery. He gave them a quick glance as he awaited his sister.



