“It’s never going to fly, he said, slapping the stabilizer of the airship.
“Why not? Because I’m a girl?”
“Because you built it out of junk,” he replied. She pushed her brother’s hand away.
“It’s what I had to work with. It’ll fly. Just wait and see. Then we can get out of this miserable place and start our quest!”
He rolled his eyes. “Why are you always so dramatic? This isn’t one of your dumb stories.”
She raised the patched sail and smiled to herself. Someday he’d understand. Telling the world a story was exactly how the magic worked.

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