Ventus by Karl Schroeder

Karl Schroeder / Ventus / Page 18
cursing Jordan all the while.
He shook his head, terribly confused. "I really am sorry,
swear."
"Well, maybe, I just..." He kicked the stall angrily.
"Did you hit your head when you landed?" The idea
seemed to still her anger. She stepped out of the stall, still wet
but not scowling at him any more.
his eyes startled him. He caught a confused glimpse of sunlit
grass and white clouds, where straw and wooden slats should
be.
"Jordan?" His elbow hurt. Somehow, he was on the
floor.
"Hey..." She knelt beside him, looking concerned. "Are
you okay? You fell over."
"I did? It was that flash of light. I saw--" Now he
Emmy gently felt his skull for bruises. "Nothing hurts
here, does it?."
stood up.
"You looked really weird there for a second."
suddenly, so to cover it, he said, "No, I was just joking. Come
"Okay," she said uncertainly.
Willam and Ryman were still with the surgeon, and
nobody knew what to do about the stone mother, so Jordan told
the rest of the men to take an early lunch. He went to the