Gerren turned to the window, walked to the edge and looked out towards the wilderness. The sporadic trees by the ship fizzed with life as small birds and insects flickered along its branches, shimmering with the brightest pinks, reds and green, then alternating to the dark and sullen grey. The trees themselves seemed to curl and move as though being caressed by the buzz of life. Below, the grass was dense and lush, spreading wide across the landscape, and overlooking it all, forest covered mountains sat on the horizon, capped with snow at their very peaks.
"So what's the plan on getting out of this deathtrap? Those fires are probably spreading," he asked.