The stone flowed to the flame, forming threads, then canvas. Intellect looked at her, shocked. “Guess that saves effort!”
He continued in his bubble of calm (:ph34r:), looking back. “Come on. We need to go.
“So…”
He breathed slowly.
”You… we…”
He started to blush again.
“You… like… me?” He seemed to be struggling for words. Frustrated, he looked away. It wasn’t what he had meant to say.
“Yea. It’s gonna take us to the Dragonlands… though it’ll be a bit of a long trip.”
He laughs. “After flying a few times, you lose your respect for up and down. You’ll see why.”
Yea, I get it.
Pyk frowned. “Asher, you are perhaps one of the most skilled fighters I know - why do you think you beat me in the race? You are fearless, quick, smart… wonderful…”
THERE
I did it
You happy?