Up In The Air – Page 1139

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Ipola is flying on the back of Hraarch, and seems a bit lost in thought

HRRAARCH: <Ipola? " Ipola!>

IPOLA: <What - yes?>

HRRAARCH: <I said, when will you need to land to make water?>

IPOLA: <Oh - I " I'm fine for some time. Sorry, I was ">

HRRAARCH: <Just dreaming about your mate?>

IPOLA: <Oh well - he's not exactly my mate. With humans, sometimes ">

HRRAARCH: <Never mind trying to explain it to me again. I will probably never truly understand. >

IPOLA: <I know - you don't even have a word for it. >

HRRAARCH: <Your people seem to complicate things horribly, Ipola. But if you are happy with it, who am I to judge?>

IPOLA: <If only it worked that well " so often we're not really happy with it at all.>

HRRAARCH: <Then what's the point?>

IPOLA: <We've been trying to figure that out ourselves for a very long time.>