Fly - August 27, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "fly". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Fly- Squiddy Geiger - August 27, 2012

Floating. The sensation was odd, not what he expected. Mother had warned him to expect some nausea, but there was none, just - floating. It wasn't quite the same as swimming, but he could feel a similarity to it.

"Just keep your head up to start, Braden, and you'll be fine," she'd said, but he rolled slowly over in the air, relishing the odd sensations. He put out an arm slowly, and slowed his rotation, then kicked with his feet and flopped over into a rather ungainly forward roll, letting himself tumble several times before stopping, coming to a clumsy halt.

"See, Miriam?" his father almost shouted. "He's a natural, look at that somersault!" His father kicked back and floated lazily over to where Braden had been experimenting. "It took me a few days of practice to show the control you already have! By the end of the week, you'll be ready for outdoor work. In a month, you'll be a pro!" He turned back to Miriam, smiling. "Won't he, Miriam? I can feel it!"

"Ok, Braden," his mother laughed. "That's enough for tonight, and don't let me catch you practicing unsupervised, not until at least next week." She flew over and kissed his forehead. "You do seem to have a degree of talent, but you just learned the spell, without the modifiers. Plus, we don't know how stable your casting is." She pointed to the floor. "Down you go."

"Yes, Mom," Braden said reluctantly, as his hand flicked in a close approximation of the gesture used for 'down' that he'd seen used by others many times. He landed on his rear with a loud thud, and an indignant "ow!". He got up and rubbed his injured pride, then brightened visibly, wishing it was tomorrow already.

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