The Zeppelin Docking Spire Atop the Prison
balloon releases and candlelight vigils- If you’d asked me three years ago
- took a bite of a donut
- Black. Like a tattoo.
- dark blue eyes and a beautiful belly
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The zeppelin docking spire atop the prison was the traditional spot for balloon releases and candlelight vigils on important Inimical holidays. There was a small yet ornate royal viewing box. I left Fleur and the babies there with a contingent of warrior monk nannies to await the arrival of the next zeppelin. If you’d asked me three years ago, or even one!, if I would ever worry about anyone’s safety as much as my own, I would have laughed while I took a bite of a donut. Now, the children meant everything to me. I had to stop Jim, and I couldn’t do that with my wife and six infants in tow.
I tried to explain my reasoning to Fleur and she gave me the darkest look. Black. Like a tattoo. “You had better not be running off to meet a lover with dark blue eyes and a beautiful belly to carry your children.”
That was awfully specific.
“I must stop Jim,” I said. I kissed my wife on the lips, and all six babies on the foreheads. Then I straightened my General cap and bounded down the stairs to make my way to the shoreline. The megaswans were on the move.
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