She turned to meet his gaze. “You can’t do it?”
His eyes crinkled at the corners as he shook his head,
laughing quietly. “Nah. Motion sickness, see. Pap had to find a new berth for
me before I was even out of rompers. Pained ‘im fierce, it did, to lose me
‘most as soon as he’d found me.” Sobering slightly, he continued, “Can’t
imagine I’d be any better at flying than sailing, even if I had the knack.
Which I don’t,” he finished wistfully.
Night zephyrs drifted over them
then. Squeezing her eyes shut, Merit let flight-fancies spin her away.
To be continued...
To be continued...
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