Lost
Ingus' attention was drawn back to the auburn-haired girl as Refia let out another exhausted sigh, propping her arms up on the edge of the airship. She was facing away from him, and Ingus could make out Arc peering through the door that led to the lower deck warily, shaking his head and walking back to the other two adventurers.
"Shouldn't we have arrived by now?" Refia finally said, turning around and facing the boys, her forehead scrunched together in annoyance. "It feels like we've been flying for days!"
Ingus grunted in agreement, and turned his eyes on the door Arc was peering through. "How did I know that letting Luneth drive the ship was a bad idea?" He grumbled to himself, cursing their previous decision to hand off the wheel to Luneth. Refia had insisted that since Ingus was exhausted, he should take a break while she drove. Luneth, sensing the opportunity to drive the giant airship, pleaded with her to let him steer the ship while they made their way to the cave they were headed to. Ingus noted that Refia had a sweet spot for Luneth as she succumbed to his requests, and by the time he had woken up from his sleep they were still flying.
"I'm going to go talk to him and ask him where we are," Refia finally said, approaching the door.
"H-he doesn't exactly admit when he's lost," Arc mumbled, holding his mage hat down with one hand to keep it from flying off in the wind. "To be honest, he's always been bad with directions. Even when we were little kids, he always just wandered around until he found someone to point him in the right direction."
Ingus turned his frustrated glare to Arc. "Why did you hold your tongue when he asked to drive us, then?!"
"I-I, s-sorry, I didn't-"
"Forget it," the blonde sighed. "We do not have time to dilly-dally around on this mission. The world is in danger and we simply cannot sacrifice time to act on our emotions rather than what is best for the group at large." Ingus shot a glance in Refia's direction. "I would have thought you'd have known that, Refia," he said quietly.
"I didn't know Luneth was terrible with directions," the white mage retorted, crossing her arms. "Don't you turn this on me. And it isn't Arc's fault either! If you're going to be mad with anyone, be mad with Luneth. But even being mad won't solve anything! We wanted to look out for you so we let you catch up on sleep by taking the wheel over. I thought you'd be grateful."
Ingus paused, a pang of guilt hitting him in the gut. He ran a hand through his hair, looking away from the girl's burning brown eyes that he could swear looked red sometimes. "It's not that I do not appreciate it," he said, trying to soften his tone. "I'm just anxious that we are running out of time."
Refia's glare slowly faded, and she nodded grimly. "I understand."
"Well, in that case, I'm going down to confr- Whoa!" Ingus was interrupted as the ship hit the ground in a rough landing and the children were tossed about onboard. Ingus groaned and rose, holding a hand gingerly to the place he'd knocked his head when he fell. "What in the goddess' name..."
His eyes locked on the door to the lower deck as it slammed open, revealing Luneth, looking panicked. "Is everyone okay?" he asked, jogging over to the group and helping Refia to her feet.
"Yes, I'm sure we're all just fine," Ingus sighed, feeling irritated with the teen. "Regardless, have we finally arrived? We've wasted much time flying around aimlessly."
"Ah, yeah, about that." Luneth scratched his head, smiling worriedly a bit. "Y'see, the thing is... I have no idea where we are right now, and I sorta didn't really plan that landing..."
"LUNETH!"
