It would be hard to notice the girl in the main hold of the ship. Hold being a small hangar, which kept Tyrfing, Rakath and Save's home. In the corner several panels were removed from the back wall. The noise of someone messing with the ship's insides, metal clanked and banged as a small girl worked. Save wiped her forehead with her sleeve, collapsing back on her butt. Her hair flickered between the two colors, green and purple.

Rakath taught her to care for machines like you would care for a musical instrument. He was very good, but he hurried his work, wanting to get to his fun. Where Rakath loved to fight with his fists, his own body, his own power. Save was too small to do that, and she could not grasp an Aura. She had a few racing and flying video games before Rakath found her, and she loved them. She just viewed what she did, flying and maintaining, as a part of this bigger game. Just this particular ship, and this bit of work, was a very lame game.

Gungir wasn't home, she didn't love it like Tyrfing. It was also so large it took her a long time to move from one point to the next, figuring out what was wrong. Making it all just right. Rakath would be able to help her later, after he finished his morning training.

Finally, her hair turned all purple and she kicked a bit of the wall. This sucked.