Flight Of Fate

Chapter Two - Survival

Dawn approached bringing a light shower of rain with it. The night had been cold and long, and both Kira and her mystery companion had struggled to doze off as they'd sat under the canopy of the trees. The chill of the breeze had intensified through the dark hours, succeeding in keeping both of them awake despite their sheer exhaustion.

As the daylight slowly crept over the land, both looked towards one another to assess who they were stranded with.

Kira's eyes widened as she gazed at the man sitting several feet from her with his back against a tree. His hair was the lightest blonde and the longest length she'd ever seen on a male, reaching to his waist and poker straight. Eyes that were an ice blue in colour gazed silently back at her as she stared at him. A perfectly straight nose led her eyes down towards a plump, full mouth. His cheekbones were perfect; sculpted by an other-worldly force that would rival Earth's most talented artists. His arms rested on drawn-up knees that indicated extremely long legs. He sat patiently the whole time she perused him.

Likewise, he was quietly absorbing details about her.

Deep blue eyes fringed with thick dark lashes blinked slowly as she met his stare. The deep blue was edged with darker blue, and he knew instinctively that those eyes saw a lot more than anything she would ever speak of. Her mouth was curved slightly as she pulled one side in, obviously making her mind up about what she saw. Long straight hair fell over her shoulders down past her waist; locks which held a trace of deep purple in the blackness. Her fleecy top was partially unzipped and gave a glimpse of a deep cleavage. Tight denims hugged legs which appeared to be fairly long, ending in a pair of black and white Nike sneakers.

"Am I what you expected?" he teased after a long time had passed.

"Not even close," she replied immediately, and smiled. "I'm not even going to ask how long it's taken you to grow your hair to that length."

He glanced down towards his right shoulder at the blonde tresses that trailed down his torso, and shrugged. "It's hair," he rationalised. "I get strange looks from both genders because of it. It doesn't bother me. I've always had it long."

"You suit it," she decided with a nod. "A lot of guys couldn't carry it off, but you really do suit it."

"Thankyou." He inclined his head slightly. "How do you feel this morning? I gather you did not sleep much through the night?"

She shook her head. "No. I was too cold. Sore. Exhausted. Scared. Shocked."

"I think you're holding up really well," he said softly.

"For a woman?" One eyebrow rose.

"I did not say that," he said as he rose to his feet. "I meant under the circumstances. We've both dropped from thirty thousand feet with no warning and been hurtled through this." A hand indicated their surroundings as he turned.

Dense forest surrounded them. Trees were packed so closely together, a person would have trouble wedging themselves between them.

Her eyes turned towards the aircraft.

Bits of metal and debris were scattered everywhere, dug into bark, balanced up trees, and piled on undergrowth. The woodlands were destroyed from the path that the stricken plane had taken, with branches snapped and forestry wrecked as it had ploughed through.

"I think the first thing we need to do is to find food and drink," he said, breaking her line of thought. "While we are doing so, we can search for any other survivors."

She nodded, taking in a deep breath. "This isn't going to be easy," she said quietly.

Ice blue eyes watched her. "No, it is not."