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[Bracing himself to lift her along with him, he takes a breath, counts down one, two, three-

And they hop. They hop rather high actually. But then the moment he goes to do it again his grip slips and he lets out a startled sound, hands clawing into the back of her shirt to keep from dropping her. He hits the ground again and stumbles, holding on tight until he's sure they're not both about to fall over.]

Okay, crap, new plan...

The jumping works, though.

[and that's exciting on its own, and so she'll volunteer.]

Maybe carry me? Either in your arms or on your back, so that you won't be unbalanced.

[He does some mental recalibrating, then nods to himself, rubbing his hands together as he tries to decide how to better go about it. He needs to be able to pitch his weight a certain way to maintain his balance, and he needed his arms for that, so...]

Got it.

[As soon as he's said that he sinks onto one knee with his back to her. It takes a second, him explaining where to put her hands so that she could hold on and he could stand up again, but as soon as he's able to pick her up, he straightens again and shrugs her up, then reaches to bring her legs around his waist.]

Okay, now hold on, keep your ankles hooked like that. Now, one, two, three-

[And he runs again, getting a feeling for how she rests on his back, then jumps. It's not super high, but the next jump is much higher and, more than that, much more stable than the first attempt. His body clenches in her grip, muscles tightening as he manages to glide back to the deck again. When his feet hit solid ground he turns in a little circle with his arms under her legs to keep her from being bounced off again.]

[she feels it, feels it working, and Helena gasps in delight, giggling as they glide down together. this is flight, even without wings, and she's so happy to feel it that it practically radiates off her. clinging on tight, it still gives her that light, weightless sense, and now they can both share it, that piece of magic that lets one go up.]

We did it, Wayne! We did it!

[He's grinning as he bounces a little in place, hopping from foot to foot then taking off again, getting a better feel for it then making another little hop, bigger hop, then not only glides, but lets himself jet across the deck long-ways in a corkscrew motion that would twist them through the air like a bullet shot from a rifle. Her delighted laugh is music in his ears as he tumbles out of the flight to land again.

So now anyone that sees the two of them on the deck will get to witness him carrying her back and forth across the deck like a one-person amusement park ride thanks to coordinated shoelace-based efforts.]

[the joy that pours from her in the laughing is wholly honest, bright and earnest in where it comes from. she feels the spinning and can only think of certain carnival rides, and they're soaring through the air, and this is one of the best days she's had on this ship.

it's only when Wayne chooses to stop that she'll loosen her grip on him, but no matter how windblown she is, she's still in the highest of spirits.]

How did you do that?

[Best not to exhaust themselves entirely, he figures. They can go get something to drink and cool down and he jokes that if she really wants to get somewhere fast and doesn't mind her hair being a windswept mess he could certainly get her there.]

Pneumataphores. Some of us back home could use them to get across the water after the Accretion destroyed the island chain where I lived. I can't exactly do that here though.

You probably could whenever we have an excursion, if there's water in it...I can imagine you flying across whatever landscape we encounter next. Maybe we'll have a desert at some point.

[fortunately for the both of them, the pool deck has a bar, which means they can get water easily. like Wayne, she doesn't go near alcohol.]

I've done that before. It's pretty rad just finding somewhere really high and jumping then gliding the whole way down. I mean besides that one time I accidentally landed on top of a fonthintrelpine. That was pretty grody.

[He approaches the bar and asks after a couple of drinks, the punch that he normally gets that seems close enough to what he's used to that it's become his go-to drink when he's out here.]

When do you think the next excursion's gonna be? That carnival thing was rad.

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