quint whined to his father rubing his head with tears in his eyes that he quickly wiped away with the back of his hand,
he was seven now, so no more crying right?
"Now,now, quint whats wrong?" wind jackel said soothingly puting an arm on quints shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "come,come you can tell me, for i'm your father." wind jackel urged his mulling it over a few seconds quint cradled his arms on his knees and said "t-the fire" then he put his head on his arms, feeling dumb, for now he felt like a baby,and his father really wasn't helping,for he had "dragged" quint onto his lap and whispered "Now,now, now,now don't fret over that fire, shush,shush"
Wind jackel helped quint up and made shure he was all snuggled in the hammock, he turned to face the stone pilot who was pulling off her hood and said in her muffled voice "captain,I belive we have a problem, a BIG problem.