FLYING [open] TONIGHT

[Dove S. Harrington]

Orbs of pale blue shown as the sun's rays reflexes off them. A young girl by the name of Dove steps forward, her long curly hair whipping around her as the wind starts to lightly pick up. A broom in one hand and a wand in the other, the girl turns and points her wand at her mini broom. Muttering the counter-curse for the shrinking spell she mounts the broom and nods her head to the giant squid. "Where is everyone today?" A soft voice echoed the silent skies. Than, like a raging fire, the girl leap onto the broom and pushed off. Eyes glazed slightly at the sudden decrease of oxygen. "I love the sky..." Her tone is soft, and gentle, and yet loud enough for anyone to hear. Leaning forward, the broom takes off and the girl holds for dear life. Twirling and dipping, only to start a twirling spiral upwards. She blinks twice before she notices she's heading down to the lake again. Her heart throbbing as she goes lunging into the lake's clear, cold, clutches. Eyes, opened she looks around in the clear water as she continues to go deeper and deeper, until she slowly turns the broom up and she starts ending to the surface. Her eyes closed as she feels the crisp air against her wet cheeks, clothes and nose. Wrenching opening her eyes she blinks as she comes to a sudden stop twenty meters from the lake's surface.


MUSE: okay
PERSON: third, present tense, never again!
TAG: open