She gasped with excitement and shouted over the noise of the helicopter: The islands in the sky are real!”
Jeda rolled his big faerie eyes at her, feigning exasperation at the very obvious statement she’d just proclaimed. Of course the islands in the sky were real! He had known they were real his entire life, even though the fae believed them to be legends. Even though the adult faes in the village always insisted to him that the islands in the sky were just old stories passed down from the fae elders, and didn’t really exist.
Corin met his sarcastic eyeroll with a huge, beaming smile, and slowly turned back to look at the nearest island that had only just appeared moments before. He looked back up at the island, over her left shoulder, and was hit with a huge pang of nervous excitement in his gut.
They really were real! Of course he’d always known it, but never before had he actually seen them. Not ever before these few last moments.
Their helicopter slowly floated them upwards and higher, climbing to where the air was even thinner. To where a small sea of islands lie.
The closest to them was by far the largest, the island he swear he saw from his bedroom window as a young boy. His island. His secret island he always knew he’d somehow make it to and explore.
Well, his island with Corin. It was more his, than hers, of course, but he guesses they can share it, and call it theirs.
They rode higher and higher in silence for a few more moments, each fae caught in their own wonder, excitement, and awe.
Finally, feigning and initial shock washing aside, they hurried to each other in a few steps, crossing the small floor of the helicopter in just a matter of seconds.
She excitedly grabbed his arm, beaming upwards at that large island that was drawing ever nearer. He didn’t shake her off the way he might have any time before now. Like back home when they were on the ground, back in their fae village. He would have shrugged her off and given her a stern scowl, even if it were the opposite action of what he really wanted to do.
He watched the bottom of the island become larger as they drifted closer, and all at once they were both a rush of commotion and movement. Him, running to the wheel to steer them outwards a bit more. He figured flying over the side of the island and then landing on top of it would be the most practical and safest. Apprehension thudded in his chest. What if he wasn’t able to do this? What if they crashed?
Corin had rushed over to the other side of the helicopter, angling her neck as she bent her head back, trying to see around the side of the ever larger island. She was gripping the outside of the helicopter through the open door, and a sudden concern for her safety and life flooded him with anger and exasperation.
“Be careful!”, he almost barked at her. “Help me by telling me exactly where to fly. I’ll get us there safely if you can bother to not screw that up!”
She gave him a half smile, part hurt, part scared, and turned away from him to start directing him. Why did he always do that? Why couldn’t be just be nice to her? Isn’t that what you were suppose to do when you felt this way about a girl?
Over many moments and several shoutings back and forth, they managed to find themselves starting to fly up and over the island, flying parallel to it and straight upwards along the large side of it, and then slowly watching the terrain start to smooth and flatten before them. He started to look for a place to land. The island was breathtaking. She beamed at him excitedly.
“Where shall we land? Where shall we go first? I can’t WAIT to get home tonight and tell Daleka and Tin all about this!….”
As she continued to speak hurriedly, and excitedly, he started to wonder if today, on their island, he would have his first kiss.