*They'll be at it until they're so low on fuel that they have to land or risk crahing. They'll walk back to Wing's place, half holding each other up until they reach the gates, then selarating enough to stand on their own.*
Storm: *sitting with Dream in the garden. He looks up and smiles* Welcome back. Bet hou guys are hollow. I'll get you some fuel. *hops up and heads inside to do that.*
Dream: *grins* Silly question, but polite...have a good flight? *the sparkle in her optics says she knows they must have.*
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