> be disgruntled at the fact that the crystal is ded
> inspect the engine now that the crystal is ded

"Wait, so Sera is the girl, who is asleep, and you're her powers manifested, and your name is Phim?"
"Yep."

Rob angrily stomps below deck to survey the NEW damage to his ship. And it's just as bad as he feared. The main crystal is completely dead, along with BOTH auxiliary crystals. ♥♥♥♥. The Aux's will be back online in probably 1/3 of the time as the main, but they're designed to pick up slack in case of system failure, they're not meant for long term use. So yes, unless you have a large town or small city willing to dump energy into your engine, you're relying on Sera for a while.
Or Phim. Or whatever.

"Yeah, Madosa. It's a fairly sizeable town that should have the capacity to repair this ship to workable levels. It's pretty much straight east. So set us off that direction.
And then start telling me what you know about the "Great Sky" or whatever the hell they called it."
The ship turns and begins moving East at a rather good clip. Large gusts of wind begin whipping across the deck from the speed of your travel, and everyone collectively decides to head inside for cover.
"So you want to know about the Great Sky. Hrmm.
Sera knows... some things. She's still young, so she doesn't know or understand much that would be useful. And I've only woken up in the past few months, so I don't know much either, but I can infer.
Well, it's above the Lower Sky. The bottom of the clouds have a stronger version of the normal sky haze on them, so you can't see anything above the cloud level until you actually pass above it. I remember seeing a map once... The important bits of the Great Sky are mostly concentrated in small clumps around a few large cities or important places. Very concentrated, very easy to miss if you don't go up into the clouds at the right place. The fact that I ran into your ship is a miracle in itself.
Hmm. Things that live up there... Angels are the regular winged humans like Sera and the civilians, Seekers are winged ferrets with good light magic, Guardsmen are completely nonmagical and physically strong, Demis are those birdheads that were guarding the elder, they're really powerful, steer clear of them. Umm... if we see any other kinds I'll brief you then."
"I thought you said Sera didn't know much, how do you know that these things are strong?"
"Because I'm the greatest light mage in the world, that's how. I can just feel their magic.
Anything specific you want to know about the Great Sky?"

tomaster, ask her whats up with that governmental regal society that we were taken to

> now that im below deck, inspect the wings sera made

Rob looks out the hole in the floor at the wings. They originate about a foot below the ship, four in total, each spreading out diagonally from a small but intricate magical circle in the dead center of the hole. They're not actually TOUCHING the Storm Sylph, just supporting it magically, it looks like.

"Was the old crochety dude the absolute ruler of the Great Sky, or are there more of them? And why exactly do they have such a big problem with Sera's...condition?"
"He was the mayor, or elder, or leader, or whatever you want to call it, of that city. He was in charge, though not of the entire Great Sky. There is no unified leadership, but being the biggest city, it's easy to say he's one of, if not THE most important man up there.
As for why, well... the people who make these decisions are old. Old, and afraid of the unknown. Sera posed a clear and potent danger, and unlike most of the various intelligent races in the Great Sky, the council had no idea how to control Sera. So, if they can't control it and it's strong enough to be a threat, then it's better to just destroy it.
...
Dumbasses didn't even try to talk..."

"What're you talking about?"
Sera leans back a bit and spreads her arms, while behind her Madosa suddenly comes in to view through the shimmer of the sky's fog. The Storm Sylph circles around the large island several times, going fast enough to traverse from one end to the other in only a few seconds. It's a rather breathtaking sight, seeing their little crippled ship flit around like a bird around the bustling trade hub.
Sera grins.
"We're already here."


The Storm Sylph pulls into the docks, entirely ignoring the gaping stares and surprised looks of the various dock personnel before setting itself down on a large section of dock near the refit area and settling to the ground with a mighty groan as Sera's wings fade away from beneath the ship. The crew isn't quite sure what to do now, since they just ignored the docking authority entirely and set their crippled boat down in the middle of the shipyard.
Luckily, the shipyard boss, O'Neil, approaches, appraising the damage and holding a nice wood pipe in his hand. After giving the ship a once over, he calls up to the crew.
"...Ya uh, seem to have wrecked yer ship."