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Subject: Flight

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Rhylin

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Date Posted: 20:11:50 05/18/02 Sat

It was the only thing he truly joyed in during Laeriel's absense.

The clouds passed below them, sheep in a blue field. The air rushed over his face and Rhylin's soul exulted in the freedom of flight.

He looked over to where Arracus and Derrion carried Arwen between them in a rough harness; the strain of their effort gleaming on each face. It would be his turn soon, allowing Derrion a short rest so Rhylin somersaulted in the air, exciting glares from the two princes. Rhylin grinned and circled around them, weaving close, pulling away before angry hands could snatch his tunic.

The elf herself looked serene in the leather seat. Her heart was troubled but she kept it from her face enjoying the sensation that few other than faeires could share.

Once more Rhylin set his mind to the puzzle the harness presented. Why did it exist? The faeries were a solitary race, not taken with communications with others and yet here was a harness made for someone who couldn't fly, someone who wasnt a faery. When they had found it the previous summer Arracus, Rhylin and Laeriel had taken turns to sit in the harness and be drawn into the sky, but they soon tired of it. Even the lightest person weighed heavy on the slender muscles of the fay folk and there was never the same joy being carried as there was when you flew under the power of your own wings.

Some birds joined them, chirping and zooming round the odd group. Rhylin smiled and allowed them to rest on his shoulders, gently reaching up to stroke downy heads. Arracus signaled to him and the faery sighed: another hour strapped into the harness.

If Arwen's problems had not been so immediate he never would've suggested the trip but his vision had convinced him it was necessary. Wishing the birds good flight he circled down to the field where the company waited.

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