Her disbelieving face makes him smile, rueful and with an air of yes, I should have seen that coming. Pamplemousse, for her part, watches with a attention but resists any potential impulse to make the item they've passed between them a toy.
Off Ness's suggestion, Vanya says, "If you find you enjoy flying, it might make sense to have something custom made. Fastening in front wouldn't be practical, but maybe a set that fastens at the side, near your ear?" But that is, probably, getting ahead of themselves when they don't even know if she's afraid of heights yet.
He checks the fit and seems satisfied. He goes to retrieve the tack for riding, and at that, Pamplemousse perks up noticeably. One ear flicks forward, anticipatory. "I didn't know if I'd be afraid of flying before I tried it," he adds. "I knew I was fine with heights in ... being on ramparts or on top of towers. But it's a different thing."
Ness hums her agreement, the side could work, but a small part of her wonders at suggesting that she just not fly without him. The thought is discarded almost as soon as it occurs, though; too blatant, too impractical.
"It does seem rather different to standing at the top of a tower," she says, watching him ready Pamplemousse with no small interest. This bit of kit goes here, that strap is tightened only so much, watch the shoulder blade thereβshe's committing it all to memory, in case she has to do it alone someday. "I've sat cliffside over the Sea of Swords with sharp rocks and crashing surf hundreds of feet below me, but at least then I was in control of when and if I moved."
Oh, but perhaps it sounds like she's convincing herself to be afraidβNess smiles, to offset it, and lets her genuine enthusiasm colour her voice when she says "This will be a very educational flight. Do you get on first or should I?"
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Off Ness's suggestion, Vanya says, "If you find you enjoy flying, it might make sense to have something custom made. Fastening in front wouldn't be practical, but maybe a set that fastens at the side, near your ear?" But that is, probably, getting ahead of themselves when they don't even know if she's afraid of heights yet.
He checks the fit and seems satisfied. He goes to retrieve the tack for riding, and at that, Pamplemousse perks up noticeably. One ear flicks forward, anticipatory. "I didn't know if I'd be afraid of flying before I tried it," he adds. "I knew I was fine with heights in ... being on ramparts or on top of towers. But it's a different thing."
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"It does seem rather different to standing at the top of a tower," she says, watching him ready Pamplemousse with no small interest. This bit of kit goes here, that strap is tightened only so much, watch the shoulder blade thereβshe's committing it all to memory, in case she has to do it alone someday. "I've sat cliffside over the Sea of Swords with sharp rocks and crashing surf hundreds of feet below me, but at least then I was in control of when and if I moved."
Oh, but perhaps it sounds like she's convincing herself to be afraidβNess smiles, to offset it, and lets her genuine enthusiasm colour her voice when she says "This will be a very educational flight. Do you get on first or should I?"