Surprisingly enough, her family was still there. Halwis had pulled out several bottles of wine and they all toasted Ked before midnight. Lira raised her glass of juice with the rest of them. Halwis let Iskan have the body for the moment. “Ready for your flight? The moon is rising.” Kedna excused herself from her family and Haedock. With the wine buzzing in her veins, she propelled herself upward and Iskan was at her side. Ked rode a column of air with her robes billowing to the gusts. The strange feeling of being moved by her own mind was a heady thing. She and Iskan moved in a slow ritual of twists and turns. Finally, she wobbled and looked around one last time as she shifted from dancing to gliding back to the ground. Her family had shock on their faces, but Haedock had admiration. “That was lovely.” She scrunched her shoulders in embarrassment.
