[Riddick loved flying. He loved being in the air, and he missed it when he was on the ground. He hated deserts. He could deal with the head, and the sand but the sun was what made him loathe deserts. Hated the bright, blinding, glaringly reflective sun that bounced and shone from any and every surface it could find.
Thankfully he had his tricked out goggles Lis'sa had made for him when he first came to the castle. 'Course it was nice that Lis'sa and he were on the same mission for once, just in case he needed her help 'tweaking' something else.
The flight to Egypt would find Riddick kicked back in his seat, head turned to look out of the plane's window. And if one were to look a bit closer, they might even see a book resting in his massive hands.]
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Thankfully he had his tricked out goggles Lis'sa had made for him when he first came to the castle. 'Course it was nice that Lis'sa and he were on the same mission for once, just in case he needed her help 'tweaking' something else.
The flight to Egypt would find Riddick kicked back in his seat, head turned to look out of the plane's window. And if one were to look a bit closer, they might even see a book resting in his massive hands.]