Bale of Betelgeuse (Crimson / Kalyx RP)

[Kalyx]

Pushing off from her seated perch, Pysrixia soars upwards and somersaults above the others. Twisting around, she halts herself, upside-down, gripping her taloned feet onto a bare metal ceiling joice. "You know, Crim, my overhead AC/heating unit has been acting up in my room. So...why don't we take advantage of this lack of gravity and see if we can fix it. You wouldn't want me to get all hot and stuffy in my quarters, now...would ya." And with a sly wink, the orange dragoness pushes off and zips on down the corridor toward the sleeping cabins.

Shaking his head Psyri's display, the seated dragon unbuckles himself and floats free and clear. "I guess we could both head on down to engineering, Rayna. There's a lot of obstacles and equipment to manuever around. It should make for quite the zero-G workout." Moving towards the metal ladder rungs, Kalyx awaits patiently for the ship's pilot.