At the moment, Fen was plunging head-first toward earth,
arrow-like and unflinching. A few spans above the ground, he rolled into a
sideways maneuvering spin-frolic, feinting, flexing, lashing out and recoiling,
bringing to mind one of Jules’ complicated sword dances. Halting abruptly in mid-air,
he stalled briefly, gathering himself as if winded. Just as suddenly, he pushed
off against nothing save air itself, erupting upward toward the point where his
aerial plummet had begun.
Meri's breath caught painfully. Fen's sky-tumbling routine
brought to life every move she’d ever dreamt of attempting herself, all wrapped
up into one fluid, heart-breaking pattern.
To be continued...
To be continued...
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