When everyone tells us what we can be
How can we rewrite the stars?
How can we rewrite the stars?
I'm in the air, aren't I? Her retort hadn't had the chance to sink in properly before he was taking her by the shoulder and reaching for her broom. Her stomach seemed to know what he was about to do before he even spoke because it suddenly clenched in apprehension. W-wait! she blurted out, but it was too late.
Hesper squealed and suddenly she was upright again. She could barely grip the broom with her legs at all they were far too wobbly and while her arms were faring a little better, they were still noticeably fatigued. At least she wasn't upside down anymore. She was silent and still for near ten seconds waiting for her heart to slow down a little and to make sure the broom wasn't moving by itself again. Now that she was out of immediate danger and her head was starting to clear, she knew what she needed to do next was thank him but the thought of it was making her uneasy for some reason. I never said I could fly well. She nibbled the inside of her lip for a split second and then added rather solemnly, Thank you.
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