[ The waves are louder beside them, the wind picking up speed. The cavalier on Gideon's shoulder hunkers down, her wings ruffled and antennae bouncing. ]
Yes.
[ An answer to both questions, knit with more of the dreamy sorrow that comes to her every time she really thinks about anything. It's easier not to, to linger in the joy of being, but this is real. This is important. There is something about her eyes. ]
I'm sure yours isn't a leaking egg. [ She buoys herself up, a bracing dash of lightness thrown in. ] Mine isn't a rotten apricot. Have you ever had an apricot? I love them.
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Yes.
[ An answer to both questions, knit with more of the dreamy sorrow that comes to her every time she really thinks about anything. It's easier not to, to linger in the joy of being, but this is real. This is important. There is something about her eyes. ]
I'm sure yours isn't a leaking egg. [ She buoys herself up, a bracing dash of lightness thrown in. ] Mine isn't a rotten apricot. Have you ever had an apricot? I love them.