She’s not into him like that.” She winks at me and turns her attention back toward Ryanne.
The wind picks up, so we know Ryanne is concentrating on doing something. Her ponytail is whipping around her. Dead branches are collecting into a pile at the end of the yard again. We collectively take a couple steps closer, trying to hear what Larkin is telling her. Tom is standing on the porch, watching the scene play out as well. He’s been watching over our training sessions lately, trying to see if there is anything he can do to help Ryanne out with her magic training.
“If you start to feel weak at any time, stop. I’ll make sure to catch you. Don’t push your limits, Ryanne.”
“He’ll catch her?” I ask Liam as we get a little closer. “What are they doing?”
“You’ll see.”
Ryanne backs up to the house again. “Is she really going to try that again?” I glance between Ryanne and Liam. Is he really going to let her do that again? Liam shakes his head, not taking his eyes off of her. I watch as she closes her eyes and concentrates. The wind picks up even more.
“Are you ready?” Larkin asks her. She zeroes in on the wood and nods. Turning toward us, he says, “You may want to step back a little.” We all take a couple steps back as Ryanne runs forward. Lifting her hands above her head, she does a couple back-flips and twists her body mid-air. Instead of landing back on the ground, she shoots upward into the air, squealing as she goes higher. Hovering above the ground, she turns around and faces the pile of wood. “Don’t push it, Ryanne,” he warns.
Emma gasps behind me as we watch Ryanne float about ten feet in the air. She slowly brings her hands above her head and thrusts them forward, shooting magic toward the pile of wood. The pile explodes. We duck to avoid the flying pieces, but like the other day, an invisible barrier blocks any advances.
“Ok, let go of the shield,” Larkin tells her once the wood stops flying toward us.
“I don’t know how to get down,” she yells. The wind is still picking up. “I’m afraid of heights!”
“Pull in the energy. Grab onto the strands and slowly reel them back in.” Larkin takes a step toward her, arms outstretched as a precaution. She concentrates on the energy. You can always tell when she is concentrating. Her nose crinkles up in this adorable way.
“It’s not working!” She is starting to panic. She rises a couple more feet in the air.
“Concentrate, Ryanne.”
Nothing happens for a few moments. We’re all silent as we watch her. Come on, Ryanne. You can do this . I push my encouraging thoughts toward her. I know that she can’t read my mind, but as I think those words over and over again, she slowly begins to float toward the ground. Larkin reaches out and grabs her around the waist when she is less than a foot in the air and helps pull her the rest of the way down.
With her eyes still closed, she asks, “Am I back on the ground?”
“Your feet are firmly planted on the ground,” Larkin tells her through his laugh.
Ryanne opens one eye and looks down at her feet. With a relieved sigh, she opens both eyes. “Short people are not meant to be that high up. I’m low to the ground for a reason.”
Logan walks up to her, “How do you feel?”
“I feel good. I’m not dizzy. I didn’t push out as much magic toward the wood, and my shield wasn’t as big this time because you weren’t on the opposite side of the yard. Yeah, I’m good.” She grins knowing that she’s slowly strengthening her magic.
I smile just because she is so happy. She glances at me, and her smile widens before she looks away. Is she blushing?
“I think that’s enough for today!” Tom yells from the porch.
*****
I hate when he looks at me like that. He doesn’t even know what it does to me. He looks at me like I am something special, and I can’t help but smile back at him when gives me that look. His green eyes twinkle as he smiles down at
The wind picks up, so we know Ryanne is concentrating on doing something. Her ponytail is whipping around her. Dead branches are collecting into a pile at the end of the yard again. We collectively take a couple steps closer, trying to hear what Larkin is telling her. Tom is standing on the porch, watching the scene play out as well. He’s been watching over our training sessions lately, trying to see if there is anything he can do to help Ryanne out with her magic training.
“If you start to feel weak at any time, stop. I’ll make sure to catch you. Don’t push your limits, Ryanne.”
“He’ll catch her?” I ask Liam as we get a little closer. “What are they doing?”
“You’ll see.”
Ryanne backs up to the house again. “Is she really going to try that again?” I glance between Ryanne and Liam. Is he really going to let her do that again? Liam shakes his head, not taking his eyes off of her. I watch as she closes her eyes and concentrates. The wind picks up even more.
“Are you ready?” Larkin asks her. She zeroes in on the wood and nods. Turning toward us, he says, “You may want to step back a little.” We all take a couple steps back as Ryanne runs forward. Lifting her hands above her head, she does a couple back-flips and twists her body mid-air. Instead of landing back on the ground, she shoots upward into the air, squealing as she goes higher. Hovering above the ground, she turns around and faces the pile of wood. “Don’t push it, Ryanne,” he warns.
Emma gasps behind me as we watch Ryanne float about ten feet in the air. She slowly brings her hands above her head and thrusts them forward, shooting magic toward the pile of wood. The pile explodes. We duck to avoid the flying pieces, but like the other day, an invisible barrier blocks any advances.
“Ok, let go of the shield,” Larkin tells her once the wood stops flying toward us.
“I don’t know how to get down,” she yells. The wind is still picking up. “I’m afraid of heights!”
“Pull in the energy. Grab onto the strands and slowly reel them back in.” Larkin takes a step toward her, arms outstretched as a precaution. She concentrates on the energy. You can always tell when she is concentrating. Her nose crinkles up in this adorable way.
“It’s not working!” She is starting to panic. She rises a couple more feet in the air.
“Concentrate, Ryanne.”
Nothing happens for a few moments. We’re all silent as we watch her. Come on, Ryanne. You can do this . I push my encouraging thoughts toward her. I know that she can’t read my mind, but as I think those words over and over again, she slowly begins to float toward the ground. Larkin reaches out and grabs her around the waist when she is less than a foot in the air and helps pull her the rest of the way down.
With her eyes still closed, she asks, “Am I back on the ground?”
“Your feet are firmly planted on the ground,” Larkin tells her through his laugh.
Ryanne opens one eye and looks down at her feet. With a relieved sigh, she opens both eyes. “Short people are not meant to be that high up. I’m low to the ground for a reason.”
Logan walks up to her, “How do you feel?”
“I feel good. I’m not dizzy. I didn’t push out as much magic toward the wood, and my shield wasn’t as big this time because you weren’t on the opposite side of the yard. Yeah, I’m good.” She grins knowing that she’s slowly strengthening her magic.
I smile just because she is so happy. She glances at me, and her smile widens before she looks away. Is she blushing?
“I think that’s enough for today!” Tom yells from the porch.
*****
I hate when he looks at me like that. He doesn’t even know what it does to me. He looks at me like I am something special, and I can’t help but smile back at him when gives me that look. His green eyes twinkle as he smiles down at
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