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near the main campfire - tuesday afternoon

He lay in the grass, mostly because he could. It was a little damp since the day seemed to flutter between beautiful and damp, but he didn't much mind. He didn't catch colds too easily (perhaps the one dip in the well had been enough) and water didn't have any kind of adverse effect on him...

And it was nice out. Soothing. Almost as much as the church, it would let him think.

[open!][flying portion NFB for distance from the ground]

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"Sort of. Some is directing the handle. Some is something I just seem to be able to direct, so you'll have to tell me."

He reached over to pull up the broom from it's quiver.

"There isn't exactly a manual attached."

"Bein' that I am no where near magically inclined, I think I should leave all of that up to you. I will do good just gettin' up off the ground," she said, looking at his broom.

"Ma would die if she knew what I was about to do."

"I would have told you the same not too long ago," he said as he climbed to his feet. He offered her a hand to get up, the other holding the broom.

She accepted his hand and came to her feet smoothly. "I don't know how you stay balanced with just a stick between your legs."

He thought back to a certain book he'd read at work once--

"Have you ever ridden a bike? It's a little like that."

And he held out the broom before slinging one leg over, resting his backside against the bulb of brush at the end.

"Yah, of course I have," Amber said, watching him get on. She was rather hoping she sat at the end and just held on. Oh boy.

"Um. So I'm just sittin' there, in front of you?"

He nodded.

"Lighter goes in front. Or, you know, less gawky."

He only held the broom with one hand so she had easy access to the broom handle.

Amber stepped closer slowly, eyeing the broom as though it might take off with her half way on and half way off. Taking hold, she carefully swung her leg over, making sure she didn't accidentally kick Liir, and settled back, feeling odd and scared with other emotions mixed in there as well. "This seems so little. So... it will hold both of us, I mean, I know it will or you wouldn't have suggested flyin' and..." she just shut up and gripped the broom handle in front of her.

"It'll hold two, if neither of them are all that big. I've taken others. Ino loves it, in fact."

That might change later, when his body actually grew into the bones, but for now that was true.

"And don't worry. We won't go anywhere until you're ready."

He leaned forward and looped his arms under hers to hold the handle.

"Just let me know when you're ready."

"I'm sure I will love it," she said, going for positive.

His arms under hers felt more secure to her and Amber leaned slightly back, trying for even more security. But she didn't let go of the handle; she had no place else to put her hands.

"I'm ready," she said quietly.

"If you need to lean into me for balance, don't worry and go ahead," he told her. And as he spoke, he very very gently pushed off from the ground.

They were about a foot up by the time he finished.

Amber leaned back, she just had to.

"Oh my gosh," she replied in amazement because yes, part of her denied that this was ever truly possible. "This is incredible. Oh my gosh."

"Are you all right?"

And he commended himself for his control that there wasn't even a hint of a laugh in his tone.

"If you pull the handle up, we'll drift up. Down and we'll go back down to the ground.

"Oh yah, I'm okay," she said, though she felt just a bit shaky; whether from nerves or just the small bit of thrill this actually caused, who knew.

"Okay..." Amber nodded and pulled up on the handle. Hopefully not too much.

Not too much. They went up another few feet.

"I come up on the broom when I need to feel... disconnected, I supposed. Away. But it's nice to go with someone else. At least I've always thought so."

"I'm not leanin' too heavily against you, am I?" asked Amber. She didn't want to make it uncomfortable for him.

She looked down, over her left side. An easy jump if they fell. Not too bad.

She lifted again on the handle of the broom. "I would imagine if I had this at my disposal, I would do it often."

"No, you're fine."

He smiled at her as they lifted another few feet.

"Oh gosh," she said and stared straight again. Looking down at the ground wasn't working so much anymore.

Amber let go of the handle and went to hold over his. She didn't want to be in control, especially when she knew nothing about this flying stuff, at all.

She also wiggled slightly, locking her ankles beneath her.

"Okay, I'm ready for you to go higher."

He shifted just a little to try and put his arms around her some, make sure she felt secure.

"All right," he said quietly before lifting them very slowly a little higher. They were about a story up now.

"Just let me know if you want to go back down and we will."

Amber welcomed his arms, most definitely, and she looked around, not down, just around. It was such an odd feeling being in the air like this.

"How high do you usually go?"

"High. Up by the clouds or the birds. And low, down by the water. It depends. I don't really notice the height.

"It's all flying."

She tilted her head back, looking up, then turned slightly so she could look at him, which was a little hard to do given their position of being so close. "I would like to go up there, in the clouds," she nearly whispered, feeling a quick thrill at the idea.

Everything lately for her was about taking chances. This was certainly one of them.

"All right," he told her, just as quiet. He secured his arms around her, made sure they both had a firm grip on the broom handle.

Then he pulled it towards the sky and flew.

Amber felt her stomach fall, felt the rush of wind through her hair, and leaned back against Liir. The excitement passing through her was unlike anything she'd ever felt before and before she realized it, she was laughing.

"That's it!" he told her with a laugh of his own.

There it was. Flying. Everything fantastic in the world in the rush of air past you and the feel of the world so far away but spread out before you, all yours.

He loved it. He loved it like nothing else. And getting to show it to someone else was one of the best things in this or any world.

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