Fianna groaned and rolled over in the bed, smashing her pillow down over her head.
The next time Idris wanted to go on an ‘adventure’ she was going to shove his ‘adventure’ where the sun didn’t shine. “This is why I hate flying,” she groaned, feeling her stomach churn as the ship lurched through hyperspace. With the kids out of the nest, so to speak, and Fi and Idris being left with nothing much to do, Idris had suggested she try something new for once. It was the stupidest idea he’d ever had, and the stupidest one she’d ever agreed to. But damn it, she couldn’t resist these ridiculous puppy dog eyes of his, and when he’d waved the little toy dinosaur that had almost literally brought them together, at her, she just couldn’t say no. The ship lurched again, and Fi nearly lost her lunch. Or what was left of it. “Maybe saying no would’ve been the wiser choice.
With a low, annoyed grumble, she sat up on the bed, her hair rumpled and her face a mix between nauseous and anxious as the ship lurched again. It was doing that an awful lot lately. It had taken a lot of begging, pleading, and puppy dog eyes on Idris’ part to get her to step foot on the ship, much less take a trip with him, and the fact that Lady Vianne was continually making sounds that Fi didn’t think constituted ‘normal,’ was not helping her situation at the moment at all. Running a hand through her pale blue hair, Fianna lifted herself from the cot, feeling like a slob in her bright blue pajama bottoms and white tank top as she shuffled, barefoot, from their sleeping quarters. She managed not to squeak in dismay as the ship gave a particularly hard lurch and slammed her into a wall. “Stupid ship,” she muttered.
“Stupid space. Stupid flying. Stupid Fianna for agreeing to all this,” she growled, making her way to the cockpit where she found Idris studiously at the controls; in Hyperspace, however, it wasn’t necessary to steer the ships, so Fianna wondered if he was in here just go get away from her queasiness. He’d dealt with plenty of morning sickness when she was pregnant, so maybe he had an idea of what she’d be like when she got sick; he was gettin’ out while the gettin’ was good. Fianna stepped up behind his chair, leaning forward to let her head knock against his, burying her face in the back of his head and inhaling his crisp, clean scent.
“You know,” she began slowly, keeping her eyes closed tightly; she hated seeing the stars flashing past; it reminded her she was NOT on solid ground and that if something were to happen, there’d be nothing she could do about it. Flying still scared the bejeezus out of her, but she was putting up with it for Idris’ sake. “The ship has been making some really strange noises lately. Is everything okay?” She lightly ran a hand through his hair, frowning against the back of his head. “Sometimes I wonder how in the world I let you talk me into this. Silver tongued idiot,” she teased, her voice light and sweet, though she still kept her eyes tightly shut. “And I wish you’d tell me where we’re going…”