It was a long walk from one side of Junction Canyon to other other but Topaz was walking with a purpose, because she had one.  She had heard about the young woman that was supposedly building a flying contraption and she was tired of hearing about it.  Topaz wanted to prove one way or another whether it was true.  Bright blue eyes took the sight of the huge machine in front of her and she paused in her stride with a look of surprise.  Her mouth was shaped into a surprised little 'oh' as her observant eyes flitted from one side to the other trying to get every piece of information she could.  Truth be told there was very little she could tell just from looking at the outside of the ship.  Her hands went up to stretch lightly then come back down to rest on her head as she tried to file different things in her mind.  It would likely be to big for flying... certainly made from used parts... one woman could not put this monstrosity together by herself.  Her side pouch started shifting around and her eyes finally left her new fascinating object to focus on the bag.  There was a strange clicking noise and she smiled lightly before lifting the flap of the pouch to reveal her best companion.  "Heya, Tick (http://www.johndaviesgallery.com/galleries/large/Small%20Eared%20Owl.jpg), what do you think?  I couldn't make you fly, I couldn't make myself fly."  She swayed lightly back and forth to bring attention to the black mechanical wings that were purely for show.  They flapped lightly as they were designed to do at such a motion.  "Do you think, whoever this woman is could make this... ah... thing fly?"<br/><br/>The bird could not answer any more than it could fly and Topaz knew it was illogical to talk to the creature but it was a habit she had long since developed.  He took the place of any friends she might have had over the past few years and her mind rationalized that he was likely the only one in the world to understand her anyway.  Detached, emotionless, and designed to make the best choice based on logical decisions- or in Ticks case a set of algorithms she had programmed into him.  Her only weakness was her attraction to flight which she chose to outright ignore most of the time.  She barely even remembered the dreams she had about the open air and defying gravity.  Birds were given wings to fly- humans were given legs to walk simple as that.  The bird turned to look at the supposed flying machine at the same time as Topaz.  She would give anything to get a look at its engine though.  Without fear she took a step forward to satisfy what would be curiosity to everyone else but she labeled as trying to determine what to teach these clearly uninformed people.  This thing really could not fly. "Hello?" Her voice rung out clear as a bell to anyone in range to hear.