Celta Thursday, Cut from Heart Fortune
The Ship, Nuada's Sword, said, "I, too. A communications satellite."
"I've been working on one, and receivers for its waves. We'll need to send equipment with you," Dani Eve said. "Something that's easily assembled by amateurs," she grumbled. "We don't know anyone who is there with good and simple mechanical experience, do we?"
"No," Nuada's sword said.
"Having instant communications between people who aren't telepathic with each other over long distances would be a great boon."
Dani Eve frowned. "I'll double check all my work, let you know. You'll need a bigger airship than a bullet plane."
Glyssa was grateful for that, she hadn't been enthusiastic about sitting in a little two-person ship going at extreme speed.