Emlyn & Luke
Emmy forgot all about Reagan as she felt that breeze start to lift her up, and she laughed in delight as Luke raised her higher and higher. She could feel the air currents around her, and she trusted them, trusted Luke to keep her aloft. Smiling brightly, she began to move through her Pinyon poses in time with the music, the poses that seemed to be the most appropriate in the air and for the season -- butterfly, and songbird, and hummingbird...
She felt beautiful up there in the air, above the rest of the dancers, moving so gracefully and magically and with practiced ease. If Emmy could have had any Gift, she would have chosen Aiden's, she thought, but the freedom of Lukas Fox's gift was a close second. Emlyn laughed freely as she twirled in the air and moved her body joyfully through the air, enjoying the feeling of the attention on her. She could hear the gasps and applause as she moved, buoyed by the wind Luke was controlling. His Gift was pretty steady, and she was even impressed at the way the beautiful dress fluttered in the breeze and swirled around her legs.
"Oh, this is amazing!" she called out as she spun a little faster, and even when she twirled off of that cushion of air he had her on and dropped back down those few feet to earth and Luke, she landed gracefully (just as she'd promised she would) and stood back up into his arms, bright, windswept joy written all over her face. "Oh, thank you Luke!"