The sky over Fandom, Saturday night

The fruit bat -- Junfry, he told her -- had insisted that they wait until after dark to venture outside of Arietty's room.

It was a long, impatient day for the borrower.

But he more than made up for it, now. Arietty had rigged up a harness not unlike the one she used for Eggletina, and was now clinging to Junfry's back as he flew in large, arcing loops over the island.

Anyone passing below might hear an odd, dopplering "eeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee" as they flew.

This was the best random weekend ever.

[ooc: establishy, yis]