C. C. Cowgirl!
Queen of Feuds
Silver did a good amount of attempts to straighten herself and sit comfortable in the seat she had selected. Despite her struggle, she didn't seem to succeed. She hadn't sat, or laid for that matter, in anything soft since she was a child and this was ridiculously soft and comfy. She decided to harden it out, imagined the best thing to be toughen up and get used to it. This surely wasn't the only soft chairs in this era.
The acceleration of the jet surprised her. Not with its speed, but rather because of the speed it could produce. Of course, looking outside, it was still moving slow enough for Silver to precept the earth and land around them as if they were walking through it. Such was her sense for speed, an ability developed from the many years of traveling at her own rate.
"You wish for me to espouse this Hercules, Captain?" Silver asked surprised, using a tender voice and peering the big man that had seated himself at her side, then looked over at Brian where he sat. She found the implication not only strange, but rather repelling as well. Not the fact that Brian suggested it, but rather the idea of wedding this man beside her. Silver had been taught to respect her masters, and his wish was her command. A choice she wouldn't necessarily be overly enthusiastic with, but a lifestyle imaginable. Not too farfetched, wed to the son of a God. Quite possibly a God himself, if the tales were true.