Wind Chasers

The earth creaked with every step she took forward, ridges ripping across the forest floor like withering veins. Her arms rose, feeling the rush of wind blow out, parting leaves and swirling around his face. She moved faster, heart quicker, the energy spooling around them like a hurricane, as she ran towards him, her brows furrowing and lips turning into a pout. He leaned down to the ground, his red hair blown across his face, his knees aching as he cupped his hands before his leg. With three steps, she was closer, closer, and jumping, leaping as he pushed her foot up, the momentum making her soar, and then she was flying.

He watched her as the sky swelled and welcomed her to its clouds. She felt the heat wrap around her like her mother used to and she opened up her arms. The tug of  gravity pulled at her and then she was falling, falling, falling. But in that moment before she dipped back down and before the magic roiling beneath her skin dimmed in her fingertips, she let out a laugh. She remembered, in that moment, what it felt like to be free.