The cool grass received me. My hard, naked form exposed under the evening sky, shadow and light alternating on me as clouds passed the setting sun. My companion gave a slight adjustment so my projection was better aligned with gravity -- both sign post and catalyst for aspiring aeronauts. The demoness lounged nearby, feigning disinterest in events she'd orchestrated so carefully. A quick test of wind against wetted finger, a sly glance at the clouds to check for streams and eddies at higher altitudes, gave hints of her interests and her intentions.
