Emlyn & Luke
Luke's grin dimmed just a touch as Emmy enthused about flying. That was a trick he certainly hadn't tried in a long while, much as he'd thought about it in the years in the Fade had been implemented. The flowers swirling around him began to slow, some of them falling at his feet as his concentration shifted, his eyes running critically over Emmy's form, which seemed suddenly so much larger and heavier than it had a few years ago, when they'd last done this.
He flicked his wrist slightly, calling the wind to snake around his arm, then over it and lift Emmy's hair lightly, playfully. It really was amazing what a difference the lack of Fade made. But was he really used to it yet? Used to it enough that he trusted himself not to let her fall? "I dunno if I got the strength to do a whole dance up in the air, Em," he said cautiously, grimacing a little at the fact that he might let her down. "I'm not really used to being at full strength and I don't want you to get hurt." He smiled a little. "But we can try it, long as I don't lift you up too high. Yeah?"