[the voice is coming from a weird direction-- off to one side just behind Riku, and about twenty feet in the air. either someone climbed up a mast, or someone very tall is peering over his shoulder to see what he's doing.
Geir is interested in boats. he always liked watchingthe ones he saw, either as a child on dry land or when he was watching them from the ocean: strange winged things scudding over the water, bright and swift. but he never needed to ride on one, between his swimming and his wings, and he never met anyone willing to explain them to him, anyway.]
We poked around them some, but the only thing we knew anything about was the stuff for fishing... do they still work?
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[the voice is coming from a weird direction-- off to one side just behind Riku, and about twenty feet in the air. either someone climbed up a mast, or someone very tall is peering over his shoulder to see what he's doing.
Geir is interested in boats. he always liked watchingthe ones he saw, either as a child on dry land or when he was watching them from the ocean: strange winged things scudding over the water, bright and swift. but he never needed to ride on one, between his swimming and his wings, and he never met anyone willing to explain them to him, anyway.]
We poked around them some, but the only thing we knew anything about was the stuff for fishing... do they still work?