He turned back to look at her, smiling, his silhouette dark against the evening sky.Â Even though she couldn’t see it, she could hear the smile in his voice.Â “Come on.Â You can do it.Â I promise!”
She took a step onto the parapet, teetering a little.Â She held her hands out for balance. She trusted him.Â It was herself she doubted.
“Come on!Â This is the ideal place.Â No one can see us up here.Â They can’t hear us either!”Â He yelled the last as if to prove it to her.
Kystel took a step, measuring her stride by the bricks that made up the wall.
“Hold out your hand now.” Ryall said.
She stretched out her hand and met his fingers.Â He guided her a few more steps until she was standing next to him.Â He held her fingers and they looked out over the city skyline.
“Are you ready?”
Kystel grinned.Â “As ready as I am ever going to be.Â How do we do this?”
“You just let go and trust what you feel.”
“It will be okay.Â I’ll be with you.”
He leaned out and left the edge as though he were diving into a pool.Â Kystel hesitated a moment longer and then followed him.Â There was no weight, no feeling of sinking.Â The air currents took her and held her as though she was part of the sky.Â There was no noise except the wind rushing by her ears.Â She was close to Ryall now and could see his dark wings unfolded.Â He glanced back and hovered as she caught up.
For the first time in her life, she felt at home.