“I don’t know. I’ve done what I have always wanted. Sorta.”
“Sorta. That implies limits. What’s beyond those limits, Arthur? What can’t you reach? Let’s go find it.”
“Well, I can’t touch the sky. And it’s impossible to go up there so………”
That earned him a smile. “It’s not impossible. Would you like to? Right now?”
“Uh, sure. Why not.” He was a little hesitant.
“You’ll have to hold on to me, Arthur, okay?” Summer stepped right up to him, looking up, face grave. Already her body was emanating heat, though she hadn’t manifested her wings yet … not that she was even sure she would be able to, or need to, under this spell. “And trust me.”
“Um. ok.” Arthur was really nervous, but he took a hold of her shoulders.
“No, closer than that. Really hold.” Summer guided Arthur’s hands around her waist, looking past his blond head to the sky. She looped one arm around his neck. “Try not to scream, since your mouth is right beside my ear.” Dragging her wings down with a mighty heave, she shoved up into the air.
A moment or two of experimentation proved that wings alone weren’t enough to hold them both, but combining wingpower with her usual thermal techniques worked surprisingly well. Just to start with, she went up about two stories, hovering.