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I didn't expect to feel nostalgia.

Nostalgia?

[His eyes crinkle slightly in a bemused expression.]

I was recently invited to an airshow. They had a few craft from the war there.

Ah. You flew?

No. [Is that a hint of regret? Never.]

The machines were not for public use. After the pilots had their turn in the display, we were allowed an escorted tour to within an arm's reach.

Ah? Those are beautiful machines.

They are, and to call them a challenge to fly would be an understatement. Keeping them in flying condition, even more so. Particularly with the shape we brought them back in.

The power of smell is a strong memory trigger. The distinct odor of fuel and oil from the engine had an unexpected effect upon me.

At least with machines, you can replace parts.

Ah. Yeah, that can be...a little shocking, sometimes. With smells, you don't just remember, you feel.

True. But you can only patch bullet holes so many times. Even in canvas. [And boy did they bring those poor birds back in rough shape often. It was a miracle any of them had enough lift to remain in the air long enough to make it back. And many of them didn't make it, forced to ditch or crash before reaching safety.]

Thankfully, the memory was a pleasant one. My first time aloft is one I don't mind revisiting.

Oh, that is fortunate. (Metody smiles a bit sheepishly) I'm terrible at flying.

[Consider his interest piqued. He smiles faintly, that curious glint in his eyes.]

But you've attempted to?

It was the worst date I've ever had. I'm not fond of flying in the first place, and when he stayed describing what everything did, I was focused on not getting sick, and then he shouted, 'Now you try!'

Edited 2015-05-10 19:17 (UTC)

[Pardon while you receive one of the Shadow's few genuine laughs, all mirth and no threat.]

It's a shame you weren't feeling well, but that sounds like something I might have done. [That glimmer in his eyes is friendly, and highly amused. He's clearly in a good mood today, and Metody has only helped.]

How did you manage?

I screamed a few choice phrases, flailed around and nearly crashed us, until he took over. And then I tried to break his nose once we were on the ground, except he moved so much faster than me.

That's one I usually prepare myself for pretty well.

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