Cliopher’s heart was loud as the great shouting joy of the sky. He asked the question that had so nearly capsized them. “Would you like to come home with me?” A pause, and then Fitzroy flicked one eyebrow up in his familiar, beloved gesture. “Goodness, my lord Mdang, you say that as if I did not fall half in love with you on sight.” And then he smiled, lifted Cliopher’s hands to his lips, and said: “Yes.” His voice was raw, husky, certain. “Yes. Let’s go home, Kip.” “Together,” said Cliopher, dazzled. “Home.” “Yes. Home.” And with that Sky Ocean dropped out from below them and became suddenly,
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