H-247: Captree, Little Isle

Raina’s Party

Transport 

The commercial hybridyne from Cap Isle to Little Isle spends more time on the ground loading, unloading and taxiing than it does in the air.

Little Isle has a composite transit hub on the shoreline and it looks like, had Lia chosen the ferry, she would have arrived in the same place. 

A large aerostat park is part of the transit hub and obtaining an air taxi will be trivial, Little Isle seeming well-serviced in that regard. 

If she chooses to view the scenery, Lia will note that Little Isle seems a lot greener than Cap Isle, which in Lia’s experience is mostly either buildings or rocks outside of a few designated parks.  Some effort seems to have been made to populate Little Isle with companion botanicals.  

” ‘scuse the bumps Mer,” the pilot apologises, “a bit windy today.”

City buildings ring the transit hub before giving way to increasingly low-density rows of suburban housing, and then a slice of terrain that might be best described as ‘countryside’ – a mix of sand and rock interspersed with presumably seeded foliage. 

“Little detour here Mer, there’s a restricted airspace zone between us and where we’re going.”   

The aerostat taxi banks around in a wide and lazy circle, honing in on what Lia can see is a high-walled estate with extensive grounds and a number of buildings dominated by a large manor house set on a clifftop overlooking the sea, a secluded beach below, bare hills rising a little higher behind it.

The pilot sets the vehicle down in a proper aerostat park in which several vehicles are standing.  

A man in a neat pale grey jacket approaches the aerostat, waiting for Lia to disembark.