Through the living jeff

I remember a day, before everything went with Shwar when snow fell, and trees were a vibrant green. I was hiking, and on the third day, I saw an aurora. Now, today, here and now, I stand before an aurora of flame burning through the sky. I breathe deeply, enjoying the taste of iron in the air. I don’t stop to think how much of it is blood. So this is what its come to. I think, grinning despite the dire situation. I hop on my speeder, and head to the camp. 

“Guys, have you seen the flame aurora?” I say walking into camp.

“Nope, but I assume its just as absurd as all the other Squat that’s happened in the last year.” Tink says, setting down his latest gadget.

”Indeed it is!” I say, “ Oh, Tink, have you repaired the oxygen harvester yet?” 

“Nah. Haven’t repaired the only machine that’s entirely essential to our survival in Grunfeur…” Tink gives me a meaningful look.

Tink was an Elysite, or in simpler terms, a rich boy, hence his fancier language. He drew a small pocket watch from the folds of his elegant cloak. I assume its just to show off, similar to his gadgets, but I can’t say I wasn’t jealous. 

“When are you going to give me one of those things?” I ask, looking meaningfully at the pocket watch.

”I dunno, its… complicated.”

”yeah. Complicated.” I say sarcastically.

”It is!” He says “do you know how complicated a watch is?”

”Can’t be as complicated at the oxygen harvester…” I retort

Tink falls silent

“Oh stop your bickering, you two.” Brim says, walking into camp. Nobody really knows where she’s from — she’s told every person a different story. Tall, but by no means lanky, she was one of the few people who didn’t wear a portable oxygen harvester in the camp. 

“Bickering? Those two? Never.” Scritt says, popping out of a hole right next to me.

”Don’t do that!” I say, nearly elbowing him in the face.

”sorry, sorry.” Scritt says.

I just grin and shake my head.