Finn wasn’t long, and he strolled
into camp with a jaunty air, pleased with himself and the sky and the world
beyond. Irrationally, Meri desired nothing so much in that moment as to slip a
foot free of her blanket in order to trip him. Gravity should apply equally to everyone, she thought bitterly.
Surely sending the cad sprawling would at once appease both the laws of nature
and her own spiteful ire.
Conscience reared. It wasn’t his fault he could fly, and despising him wouldn’t make her able. Turning away from the oblivious flyboy, Meri drifted off to sleep.
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