“All right, so watch this.” Eglentyne was grinning broadly down at Ainslie, and Ainslie felt the urge to grin back up at her. This whole weekend had been like that, since Friday night. It was Sunday, and nothing had blown up yet.
Ainslie held her breath and hoped that lasted.
Eglentyne started chanting quietly.
Ainslie’s breath-holding got a little tense. Yes, this place was weird. Yes, Eglentyne had little doe’s ears sticking out from the sides of her head and, Ainslie now had cause to know, an adorable deer’s tail. With spots. But chanting?
“You’re not going to sacrifice me to something, are you? Only that guy in my math class looked awfully demonic after lunch on Friday….”
Eglentyne shook her head and kept chanting. Ainslie, for lack of something else to do, watched. She wasn’t ready to run away yet. She could do that if demons started coming out of the ceiling or something.
Eglentyne wrapped up the chanting with a flourish and a bow. “And…. up.”
“Up?” Ainslie gasped as she seemed to lift off the bed. “Tyne, what? What?“
Eglentyne was floating a couple feet off the ground, swimming towards Ainslie. And Ainslie, who had been sprawled on Eglentyne’s bed, was now floating halfway to the ceiling.
“And now,” Eglentyne caught Ainslie’s leg and pulled her closer. “I get to show you what love is like in mid-air.”
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