Evening Above the City by woodercz on DeviantArt
This isn’t her world.Not really.Erva Magarin sits among women who belong to places like this — polished, composed, accustomed to stillness and conversation instead of engines and cargo holds.She fits in.But differently.Her dress is refined, her posture relaxed, her voice calm. Nothing about her reveals the long flights or the engine work she handles alone.And yet… there’s a difference.While the others speak about events, plans, and people, Erva’s gaze occasionally drifts outward — toward the city, toward distant ships, toward a world that never truly slows down.She doesn’t belong here.But for a while… she doesn’t mind.
