(Yasha never went up to the crow's nest while they were on the ship. It would have been strange, to go so high up into the air when you knowingly have wings that don't work the way that wings are supposed to work any more. If she had fallen she wouldn't be able to catch herself. No, the deck had been much safer to watch the ocean from, and just as calming in Yasha's opinion.
She gets what Beau means though. Her next question makes her chuckle. She's still holding Beau's elbow, even though she has long since turned to look.)
I always feel really big. But... this is cool.
(And then the whole thing shudders to a stop.
Yasha's grip momentarily tightens on Beau, and then she lets her go, frowning out of the window at the tops of the trees. They aren't even at the top yet, what gives. She presses her forehead against the window to try and look down toward the bottom of the wheel.) ... Maybe somebody else is getting on.
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(Yasha never went up to the crow's nest while they were on the ship. It would have been strange, to go so high up into the air when you knowingly have wings that don't work the way that wings are supposed to work any more. If she had fallen she wouldn't be able to catch herself. No, the deck had been much safer to watch the ocean from, and just as calming in Yasha's opinion.
She gets what Beau means though. Her next question makes her chuckle. She's still holding Beau's elbow, even though she has long since turned to look.)
I always feel really big. But... this is cool.
(And then the whole thing shudders to a stop.
Yasha's grip momentarily tightens on Beau, and then she lets her go, frowning out of the window at the tops of the trees. They aren't even at the top yet, what gives. She presses her forehead against the window to try and look down toward the bottom of the wheel.) ... Maybe somebody else is getting on.