"Doubt it. They didn't believe me when I told 'em I could handle a mecha, either-- wouldn't even let me near the controls." Grumbling, red adjusted the bone back between his teeth as he breathed out a sigh... "Can't imagine they'd let me take a crack at piloting something ten times bigger without a fuss either."


"...Y'might be right, though." He flipped to the next page. "I hear some airships run on some kinda... special air-magic. The balloon might be in case the magic runs out."

Blink. "...Does magic run out?"