As the sun drenched La Noscea in saturation and a ruthless glare, Richter was only just taking a nap. He'd been up all night down in the Cassiopeia Hollow, where he was doing some music practice and tinkering around with a new invention of his. Before he took rest on a flat slab of limestone and took a cat nap, he had placed the peculiar harness down at his side. Suddenly, a thought hit him.
I need to try out this hitchhiking harness on something appropriate -- hmm, maybe an airship, thought Richter as he looked at the device, designed to shackle to any large vehicle. He then noticed a man down near the gate reading something, and was bored enough to go down and start a conversation. Mr. V. galloped through the rolling hills, sometimes in a jog or at a skip, as he decided to show off his new prototype.
"Say sir, what is that you're reading?"
I need to try out this hitchhiking harness on something appropriate -- hmm, maybe an airship, thought Richter as he looked at the device, designed to shackle to any large vehicle. He then noticed a man down near the gate reading something, and was bored enough to go down and start a conversation. Mr. V. galloped through the rolling hills, sometimes in a jog or at a skip, as he decided to show off his new prototype.
"Say sir, what is that you're reading?"
