Fairalin turned Eric "Thank's for staying, you didn't have to you know."Eric shrugged "No big deal, now how do we get across?"
She smiled at him "We fly, got your sheild ready?"
"Uh... sure, when ever you need it lady" He told her.
"Good" she stepped forward and put her arms around him.
"Um.. Fairalin, what are you doing?" he asked
She looked at him quizzicly "This is the easiest way to carry you, ready?"
Was it her just a sneaking suspiosion or was he blushing? "Um..... Fairalin did you know you age about 4 or 5 years when you get bigger?"
She stepped back, letting him go. "Really?" she asked examining herself, she looked at her hands and examnined the way her dress fit "How very odd" she mumbled "I wonder why no one else commented on it" she spun around slowly catching a glimpse of her wings and her feet. "By Jove, Eric, I think your right, how very strange" she stopped and turned to look at him. "You seem a little uncomfortable about me flying you, I'm strong enough Eric I promise you but if you like I can call Anna-Moe to come and teleport you still."
she couldn't imagine what could be wrong with him, she was only Fairalin you know, well, she thought, maybe he just rembered he get's air sick and doesn't want people knowing about it.
