The ship ride was novel at first but.. after twenty minutes or so Wren completely lost his appetite. Anything he ate had already come out as puke.
Panting softly, he peered at the filled bucket of puke. "I can't anymore,"
Feng flapped his wings and gently patted his head.
"How are you doing? Are you feeling well?"
Feng nodded his small bird head.
"But I'm not.. no one told me it was going to be so hard...."
Feng slightly regretted taking Wren on this flying ship. If they had traveled by foot, it really would have taken a year and they would have missed the academy selection competition. But Wren could even attend the next year's selection.
'Maybe we should stop this and travel by foot. If Wren got sick for fifteen days, he might not have the energy to take part in the exam.'
"Chirp...." he whispered. But his mate could not understand his bird language.
