Chapter 5: Just Singing In The Rain
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	"A miracle, indeed," Keyla said, sighing as she walked through the
driving rain.  She hated rain more than anything else in the world, for there
was nothing that could make a flight less enjoyable.  She pulled her wool
cloak closer about herself, then wondered why she bothered.  It, like
everything  else she was carrying, was soaked through by the storm.

	She finally arrived at the stunted trees and brush where she had left
Bork and ducked underneath the tarp she had set up earlier.  It was mostly dry
underneath, even though the tarp leaked in several places.  Well, leave it to
engineers and inventors to bungle something as simple as a rainproof piece of
cloth.

	Bork was sitting amidst the trees, thoroughly enjoying the weather.
Keyla was immediately jealous of the chocobo, for his purple feathers provided
nearly complete protection from the falling water.  "Bork, come over here,"
Keyla said.  The chocobo cocked his head at her and chirped.  "No, I'm not
going out there."  Another chirp.  "Yes, I realize I'm soaked through.  Don't
argue with me and get over here."

	Bork hopped over to the tarp and stuck his head underneath it, peering
at Keyla with his large luminous eyes.  "Well, it does look like we've been
searching in the wrong place.  So much for three days of work."  Bork chirped
at her.  "Yes, I realize I should've taken your advice.  Next time, we'll stop
at the towns first."  Another chirp, this one more mischievous.  "WHAT?  What
did you call me?"  Keyla grabbed a handful of twigs with her left hand and
threw it at the chocobo.  "You've got some nerve saying that!"  Bork hopped
back out into the rain.  If chocobos could grin, Keyla thought sourly, he
would be now.

	Chirp.  "No, I'm not going out to play."  Chirp.  "Yes, I am mad.  And
I need to do some planning.  Go ahead and fly if you want, but I'm staying
put."  Bork looked at her for a moment, almost seeming to laugh, then extended
his wings and flew upwards.  Keyla sighed loudly and flopped onto the ground.
"What did I do to deserve this?" she asked, to nobody in particular.

	Well, at least she knew where to search now.  The people of Tzen had
seen the airship when Kefka's tower fell a week ago, and everyone agreed that
it was flying west, over the ocean.  Of course, the destination of the airship
differed with every story.  About half said Jidoor, others said Maranda, Zozo,
and Kohlingen, and one young boy said it was headed towards Figaro.  Well, at
least she could throw out one possibility.  Intriguingly, that same boy also
told her that a large, powerfully-built, blond-haired man had purchased
passage on a boat to somewhere in the north.  He also said that this man had
saved his life a few weeks ago by holding up the boy's collapsing house.
Yeah, right.  The description matched Prince Sabin, but Keyla knew better than
to believe a young boy.

	"So, what to do?" she asked aloud.  Most of the people she had talked
to were positive that the airship had held together long enough to make it
over land.  If so, Maranda or Jidoor might be a good place to start.  Someone
must have seen something.  It was a little late in the day to start towards
Jidoor, so Keyla decided to head to Maranda first.  After a relaxing night at
the inn, she could head on to Jidoor.  Now if only the damn rain would stop.