[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/VaKdwK5.png[/img][/center] [b]”It’s so...so...amazing.”[/b] Leila listened to Harper and the Nobody talk about Nowhere and Home. “Insufficient.” The world slipped through her lips as her sight remain locked on something far away through the window. Only later did she turn to look at Harper and utter the entire sentence: “Language is not enough.” She said as she bit her lip, “Words are not enough. I can’t… ...can’t possibly explain-” she paused a bit to select the appropriate term, only to change her mind: “-the human realm. Home.” Home. During her stay in Nowhere this thought seemed to have only ever been attacking her more and more frequently. The memory of her room, the library, her old bed and blankets. The morning tea, the few people around her. The thoughts stir up a series of uncomfortable connotations she never was sure how to deal with. She once considered to force herself to stop thinking about it for a while, but the same topic kept being brought up. And then, every time she remembered, she would be grateful she still did. She supposed that it was worth it, then. She realized her expression blurring out into a unfocused gaze, and quickly replaced it with a rather awkward smile towards Harper and the captain. [i]Uh?[/i] Leila then stumbled a few steps backwards upon feeling something cold bump into her leg. The robot’s feet swiveled about aimlessly, failing to touch the group; its arms flailing and beeping sounds continuously being produced in protest. “Eeeeh!” She let out a delighted gasp and stepped backwards so that she didn’t get into the way of the flailing legs. That robot is so cute, she thought to herself. [i]Here, let me help you up...uh….umph.[/i] She let go of the robot and stood back up, ruffling her hair in frustration. The robot was made of metal after all and was much heavier than she expected it to be. She could but smile bitterly, shooting a pleading glare towards the Nobody, hoping that he would take the cue and help the poor robot beeping helplessly on the ground. Leila narrowly escaped being kocked over by the backpack when she reacted and caught it, stumbling slightly in the process. [b]"Wait...what? We're jumping?"[/b] [b]"It sounds like the human realm is worth fighting for, good luck."[/b] “Your world, too.” She responded, unsure how much of it was only out of politeness. “It’s a great place.” She still wasn’t sure about how to properly do the compliment thing, so she was looking away from the Nobody’s eyes and at the backpack as she spoke. She flipped it around and observed a few tags and lines and rings to pull on, much like one would find back home on a… ...parachute? We’re [i]what?[/i] [centre]* * * * *[/centre] That feeling you get when you’re looking down from a height, that urge to jump - that’s one thing. Actually carrying a parachute and stepping out into the air is another all by its own. [i]Okay, here it goes.[/i] Leila felt a bit silly saying that to herself, but she decided she needed it. The winds high up were strong and on the deck she found herself struggling just to keep her eyes open, but as long as she could see the ground below she knew she would need to get something to distract herself from figuring out how fast she’s going to hit the ground if the parachute didn’t open. [i]Three,[/i] She breathed deeply, taking a step forward. It wasn’t as bad as she imagine. [i]Two,[/i] She saw Ace approaching her from behind at the edge of her sight, and that diverted her attention from her counting a bit. [i]...eighty-one metres per second.[/i] ugh. [b]"Come on Leila! We can jump together!"[/b] “No wait don’t - “ Yet Ace already took her hand and ran forwards, forcing her to push herself in the direction that would avoid her feet being caught onto the railings - into the air. The wind was tickling at first, although it grew swiftly until it almost hurt being hit by it in the face as she accelerated into the fall. She laughed as the untidied collar of her shirt flapped against her neck, and her voice was stretched by and then dissipated into the winds. She saw Ace gleefully flippin in circles in the air, her seeming to be yelling something as well, although Leila couldn’t hear it. She felt like yelling too as she fell. Sing, almost - she remembered a couple of songs with lyrics about flying - but then again, of course, she didn’t sing. She ended up continuing to produce laughter and giggles as she felt the air flow across her skin. She would have been too absorbed to remember opening her chute if it wasn’t for her noticing Ace suddenly shooting upwards. Leila expended a couple of seconds fiddling around before getting a firm grasp on the right line and pulling it hard. The abrupt jerk from the straps of the backpack were nearly choking, but it soon eased into a smooth, controlled float downwards. The view was excellent from up there, and Leila took her time taking it in. She saw Ace some distance away, above, in her own fall dampened by the parachute. Below them was the land, the marvelous buildings and towers, and the sun glared from behind the silhouette that was the distant skyline of the City of Cogs and Gears. “Your world too, Nowhere.” She whispered to herself in the air, as if again in reply to the Nobody's notion about the human realm. “your world too.”