She felt too light and yet strangely heavy, unable to focus her powers, as if she was being shaken in a beaker of liquid. Liquid that smelled wonderful, but there was too, too much of it, as if she was drowning in twilight. “Brrynne,” she moaned. “Whaat is haappeniing?” “E’ea?” Brynne answered, her voice strangely breathless. “Hi! I’m having fun, that’s what. Dancing with a cowboy. Western swing—yee-hah!” “Oooh,” E’ea curled into herself as Brynne’s world swung around her in a dizzying whirl. “No … stop moving.” “No way,” Brynne answered, giggling as her male escort swung her in another arc, maintaining contact with his hand, then pulling Brynne in close and pushing her rhythmically around in their upright position. E’ea focused just enough to see there were several other pairs of humans engaged in like movements, although seemingly none as athletically as Brynne and her partner.
