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"What's at the top?" I ask, fascinated by the latest foric has taken in this world

"We will find out" He starts to clith that'sis sure, thewhile his biceps and shoulders bulge

I watch hiued by the way hetirows taut He stops and leans back, hanging on with one hand while he waits "Witch, come!"

I plant my hands on my hips "I think we need a better plan than to cli the ceiling or cloud or whatever it is we're anchored to" I'h

"Have you a plan, witch?"

"Would you please stop callingtower prisons They're in a line between the shore and us

The tower shudders beneath his weight as he leaps rather than clihto my death in the scary blue-black bay

Guess that answers one question There's soive in the chain and another idea forms

"You wish me to call you Naia?" he asks uneasily

"I know you all have weird laws about using names, but it's just us out here No one will hear you if you do I' your betrothed or anything"

"Very well, Naia"

I kinda like the way he says ht, I focus on the line of towers leading to shore I walk around the top of our tower, taking in everything before I dare voiceat my idea, the way Jason used to

"I have an idea," I say finally "We get this thing to swing like a pendulu fro at him, I brace for his rejection

"'Tis a worthy idea" He joins e where I stand "We will need to start it rocking" He takeshten the sheet around er sheet or rope"

"If orks?" I ask, flustered once again by having his large hands on me