"I had a bad dream last night..." the rowdy table of airship officers and crewmen quieted a bit, as Icky just stared down at her untouched plate. She pushed a piece of potatoe around with her fork, and mumbled on. "I dreamed I was falling."

Taking a drag from her cigar, one of the mechanics gave her a mocking slap on the back and grinned. "What? Is that all? Sheesh Icky, you're always falling. That ain't nothin' new." There were some guaffing laughs at this. Afterall, Icky had set the personal record for most holes in a ship deck, without the use of a cannon. But instead of smiling and laughing it off, the normally annoyingly cheerful Cloud Bouncer just kept on staring down at her plate. She was unsually somber. After a minute or two the laughter died down, and even the careless captain seemed a bit concerned.

Icky sadly put the fork down and closed her eyes, shoulders hunched. "...Yeah...I know. But this time, there was no one to catch me..."


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Doodle doodle doodle with mah mechanical pencil. :3


Words on the page:

"Icarus Fell"
A dream of flight came to a sudden end...

and

Broken wings make a sound like shattered glass.
But to fall through the clouds makes no audible splash.

Nothing major. Just a doodle of Icky , my steampunk persona/design/character/thing.


Pose taken from the awesome photography of