Snippet #2220124

Franki giggled, a blush crossing her nose as she looked down at her feet. "I'm not sure what it is either." She laughed. She could still feel how nervous he was, with how tense he was. She slid her hand from his chest and rested it on his shoulder, where it was meant to.

"You're still thinking too much," She said. "Whatever...this...is, it's meant to flow. Like the wind, carelessly going wherever it decides. Not worrying about the consequences, just twisting and twirling with all it's heart's desire."

She hoped using air as a metaphor would help. Atomsk wasn't very skilled with his gift, but he should at least feel his connection with it. The way she did with water. She had to crane her neck up pretty high to look up at his face.

God, could this guy be any taller?

She smiled, and laughed internally at her own commentary. God, she was such a loser.