“Can we invent something exciting?”
“How could we do that?”
“Let’s see. What’s something you’ve always wanted to do, but weren’t able to?”
“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.”