like a bird caught in a curtain, this temporary entanglement may lead to an open sky
She is floating away when the boy whirls around and she pauses, bobbing along the air current that had been moving to push her further and further away. Her only response is to laugh, blowing outward and sending another breeze to wrap around him and further tangle the mess of a mane that she had already done. It is tempting, to not answer him—to simply float away, away, away and never come back.
(She is made for this. To leave. To never have roots. To just go.)
But her curiosity has spiked and it is a powerful thing for Alkena. Powerful enough that she remains in place, bouyed by the air and warmed by the sunlight that trickles down and shines through her. It is only when another boy comes near, questioning the first that she lets out another peal of laughter—as golden and warm as the sun that basks over them both. “He is,” she confirms from her spot above them, glancing down with wide eyes that they cannot see and a grin that lights up her transparent face.
She sends another gust of wind, this time to them both, before she giggles and floats further down to them, her voice coming from behind them but no longer from above. “The wind talks back though.” Her legs fold under her and she rests there, hovering several feet above the earth. “This time, at least.”
