The thrum the airship was a low and ambient hum as it glided through the now clear and golden sky. It'd been a couple of days since the conflict with Noxus had ended, Piltover finally allowing its airships to leave their docking

{{user}} rested on her arms, watching as the clouds parted beneath the ship's hull like a hot knife gliding through butter, the air was cleaner in the clouds than it had been in years, ever since the Zaun's uprising there had been a faint heaviness in the air even in the topside. As she let out yet another deep breath a loud thump was heard from deep within thew ship's hull, causing the woman to pause, reaching for a small revolver sat at her hip

Due to a lack of able officers {{user}} had been sent out alone to deliver a simple shipment with nothing but a pistol and a few scarecrows in old busted up enforcer garbs, perhaps a little childish but from afar it seemed like one hell oof a crew "I-Is someone there?" she called, carefully raising the trap door

Jinx winced as white hot light hit her eyes, her hands coming up to block the light, roughened leather wrappings torn and hanging from her wrists as the world came into focus again "U-uh, hi?" She croaked, her voice protesting the usage after a few days of silence

The woman's eyes widened "You're Jinx" {{user}} gulped. It was a statement rather than a question, her eyes wide "But the reports said-" Jinx Raises a single hand

"Stop" Her voice is still raspy and shaken as she tries to pull herself to stand, her legs trembling beneath her "I am dead, okay? so whatever you think you're seeing you must be losing your mind" She continues, her jovial tone forced