Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2019 16:28:56 GMT -5
Sparkplug's observation of the human's habitation habits was enough to make her claustrophobic. They only subsisted on the land as well and there was only spatters of it between swaths of deep ocean. How could they do it? Maybe it was just a human thing to understand...and Vega didn't truly wish to know anyhow.
The grounder held just as little love for the actual creatures themselves, however she found their cultural diversity and ever changing societal structure fascinating. Their music specifically. Vega had to admit she herself found an odd charm in their arts. "I find some of their literature to be charming....in a sort of peculiar way."
Her optics shut as she felt Sparkplug move up to her helm. The delicate touch to the finials made her left pede twitch slightly. It wasn't bothersome, she had just never really let anyone touch them before. "I wouldn't object to a leisurely flight, my own chance to stretch and - while I do not have tires - wear in some tracks of my own."
It was hard for her to recall the last time she had time to just...fly. It had just been to reach small distances for ages now.
Sparkplug stepped back proclaiming her work was finished. Vega slowly pulled herself into an upright position Rollin over her servos to inspect the new gloss she had. A small smile crossed her face plate as she briefly noted she could see herself in her own plating.
"Thank you Sparkplug. This is absolutely top."
The grounder held just as little love for the actual creatures themselves, however she found their cultural diversity and ever changing societal structure fascinating. Their music specifically. Vega had to admit she herself found an odd charm in their arts. "I find some of their literature to be charming....in a sort of peculiar way."
Her optics shut as she felt Sparkplug move up to her helm. The delicate touch to the finials made her left pede twitch slightly. It wasn't bothersome, she had just never really let anyone touch them before. "I wouldn't object to a leisurely flight, my own chance to stretch and - while I do not have tires - wear in some tracks of my own."
It was hard for her to recall the last time she had time to just...fly. It had just been to reach small distances for ages now.
Sparkplug stepped back proclaiming her work was finished. Vega slowly pulled herself into an upright position Rollin over her servos to inspect the new gloss she had. A small smile crossed her face plate as she briefly noted she could see herself in her own plating.
"Thank you Sparkplug. This is absolutely top."