when you're feeling lost

This is the long forgotten light at the end of the world

For Seren, it was over in the blink of an eye. Her training never covered swan-diving from rooftops, and so the descent was a blur of color in her eyes, a mad caleidoscope where the only two things she remained firmly aware of were Harper's arm around her waist - oh stars, he was falling too! - and Umbra's panic drowning out all her own thoughts.

The fall came to a halt with a jerk that drove the air from her. That same strong arm that kept her from dying a very embarrassing and unfortunate death also almost crushed her ribs. That pain was bearable, though. A welcome reprieve from the emotional turmoil - this was fixable.

Gazing up, wide eyed and pale, Seren found Harper gazing down at her. Strained and unsmiling, but alive. He looked okay, mostly. A question - he had asked a question!

Oh.

"Float? Ah. Yes, I can do that." she replied, dazed and slow to comprehend.

When her gift pulsed out, it reached not only herself but everything around them; falling clothes, the coiled line, a pot of flowers left forgotten on a barred up windowsill. The weight of the girl became as nothing, and Harper too was free from the insistent pull of the ground.

"You can let go."

Seren