Willow

Posted on 26 Feb 2018 @ 7:33pm by Lily Blake

371 words; about a 2 minute read

"So...Mummy says we'll be back on a ship soon, so that'll be great, Willow!"

The young girl smiled as she looked into the screen recording her. Lily Blake had been curious one day when she'd seen her mother talking to a screen, and she'd explained that it was a kind of diary, called a log, that she talked to about what happened that day. She'd even said that she could have her own one. So she'd named her log after her favourite tree from Earth.

"I miss flying everywhere," the girl set her chin in her hand, letting out a soft sigh. "It feels different. Not...like...big different....not like big swoops of dragonwings...but ships sort of hum and...rush. Rooms on planets don't." She said the last firmly, and with no small amount of mistrust.

"Mummy says there won't be any tribbles this time," she shivered, frowning as she shook her head. "No zombie shoes for me! No way!" she poked her tongue out in a yuck motion. "If there is, I'm gonna climb up on my bed and never come down again. Or wait for Aria to come get me so I can climb on her shoulders..." she covered her mouth with a soft giggle.

"It'll be nice to talk to the real lady in the ship again," she smiled softly at that, biting her lip. "I mean....I talked to the Earth lady in the ship, but she wasn't the *real* lady in the ship," she narrowed her eyes slightly, with suspicion. "She can't trick me that easy. She's nice too though," she shrugged, dismissing it easily enough.

"Mummy says if I work really hard then one day I might be able to fly a ship if I want to...but you don't get wings," she said the last with a soft sigh. "But Luke gave me dragonwings for the Christmas, so everything's fine!"

Lily laughed warmly before giving the bear under her arm a squeeze as Scarlet's muffled voice called from another room. "Mmm! Dinner! It's pizza tonight, and it's Beorn's favourite....see you tomorrow, Willow!" Lily waved eagerly to the screen with a grin before jumping down off the chair and sprinting off.

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