"What do you think? Tell me what you think?"
This was not only like Cesca, it was the essence of her,
these rapid questions formed richly of merging purpose and feeling.
"You have a plan, don't you?" I was sure that she had. I couldn't
help grinning, and I knew my eyes were shining with the expectation.
But she raised her black brows innocently. Her face was
a portrait of Ingenue. "I?" she drawled delightfully.
That was so easy to do here, with Cesca. It didn't really matter where we
were though this morning, this late, proud morning, we were high up; we
were floating in the cloudless blue the very essence and the definition of
halcyon. And we were, too.