A Firm Foothold

The quiet stillness of the room broke when I felt warmth flow into my joints. Perched upon the dark wing of this craft, my balance was precarious. Carefully, I adjusted my red boot, feeling the smooth matte surface beneath me give way to solid friction. Across the vehicle's fuselage, another figure stood completely motionless. I tested my weight, straightened my posture, and placed a steady hand against the raised fin of the wing. I am firmly grounded, and ready for whatever quiet night lies ahead.