Heather cherished every little bit. He wasn't one that laughed often. Or not yet, anyway. She hoped to get him to a point where it came easier. But the aftermath was just as pretty as the noise itself. And she gave him the warmest smile she could muster, when he shooed her.
There was a little skip in her step as she ran to the edge. The wind was still there, even if the ship was still. Carefully she climbed up on that first stile. Though that only really brought the top of the rail to waist height. "Think I could qualify as a Queen? Or am I to crude?"