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She began to assemble their spaces, thinking about it. "Do you want a real story, or a fake story?"
He rose up to join her, giving her a light kiss. "Okay. Just think forward now."
She looked up at him for a moment before gently nudging him with her head. "I have great stories," she said gently.
She was only floating about a foot off the bed and he was holding her hands, looking up at her. "I won't let you go, okay?"
She looked up at him, taking his arm again. "Really? What are your stories?"
He pulled her close to him, kissing her forehead. "Calliope, open your eyes."
She didn't notice, moving on ahead. She seemed happy, the early evening cool and relaxing. "I don't know. Ghost stories. Funny stories. Tales of...
He laughed a little, holding her hands. "Shh... trust yourself."
"We can sleep and tell stories," she told him excitedly, squeezing his hand. "It'll be nice."
She would find it to respond to her very easily. She lifted from the ground, a foot from her bed.
She followed him. "They seem nice, right?"
"They don't have wheelchairs," he said with a frown before leaning in. "Be brave, Calliope."
"Yeah," she said with a nod, taking his hand gently. "What were you thinking?"
"Neither could I," he told her gently, giving her a quick kiss and taking her hands. "They'll do most of the work for you."
"Any place other than big cities aren't on your mind, probably," she agreed, taking his arm.
She would suddenly feel a rush of energy, and something flickered over her shoulder. Wings, soft dark blue ones, fluttered, connected to her back
Juniper looked around in interest, a smile on her face. "This seems nice."
"Tap it twice with your pinky," he instructed.
"Yeah. They have a reserve for curious elves," he teased, coming over to her and offering her the cube.
She pursed her lips before looking back to the front again. Juniper made a small sigh in her sleep, her head resting in the curve in his neck again.
