TW: Just another boring ship ;)

Title: ~Wind~

A gentle western breeze swept through the trees, ruffling blonde and brown hair and drawing a sweet laugh from the shorter figure.

“Come on, Xeph,” a kind voice teased the taller of the two. “What’re you so scared of?”

“It’s just,” the one with faintly glowing eyes responded, “We’re so high up.”

The woman laughed again. She pulled two feathers from the arrows lodged in the quiver strung on her back. Throwing her hand into the air, she let the feathers go, and they began their slow descent.

“A west wind tonight,” she commented quietly. “It was northern yesterday.”

“Why are you so worried about the bloody wind?” The man asked softly, turning to look at the woman with her hair blown out of her face.

“There’s magic in the air,” she responded, though he had no clue if she was answering his question or not.

“We should go, then,” he urged her, casting another worried glance towards the ground.

The woman hesitated, thoughtlessly tucking her hair behind her ear as she considered it. “I guess,” she said doubtfully. “Come on.”

Without another word, she leapt forward, propelling herself away from the tree with a loud whoop. The tall spaceman flinched, leaning forward as far as he dared on his branch to see if she got hurt.

Unsurprisingly, the woman had leapt the perfect distance. She was almost flying between branches, scarcely pausing on one before taking off to the next. When she was almost to the ground, she took a flying leap that seemed to send her catapulting straight for a lake. At the last moment, she reached up and grabbed a branch that had appeared from nowhere. It swung her safely over the lake and she landed, rolling, on a patch of moss.

“Come on, slow poke! You’re taking forever,” she called up teasingly to the man, still huddled fearfully on his branch.

He winced before taking a step off of his perch into thin air. He’d done it countless times before, but it was always his least favorite part.

Just as he was about to drop out of reach, one hand shot up and seized the branch he’d been standing on. He swung almost completely to the other side, flinging himself into a tree covered in ivy. He slid ungracefully down the ivy wall, digging his heels in to slow himself down.

“Oh, that’s boring,” the woman complained as she linked her arm with his and guided the breathless blue-eyed man back to the home she’d built with him.

“Look,” he chided her, “Not everyone was raised in a tree.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” She pouted at him playfully, both of them breaking into delighted grins.

“What did you mean, about there being magic in the air?” The man asked her as she guided him inside.

“Oh, those terrible ‘Magic Police’ have been hunting me for awhile,” she said nonchalantly. “I set up a shield.”

“So was the magic just the shield, or…?” He was hesitant to ask, but he said it anyway.

“No,” she said with a shrug, reaching into the cupboard to grab a glass for him. She filled it and handed him it to him, which he nodded in thanks for. “It was them sizzling on contact with it.”

He spluttered, coughing a few times before looking up. “Sizzling?” He asked weakly, as though he really didn’t want to know.

She grinned wickedly. “It repels them differently depending on the wind. West wind is a painful sizzling, north wind is cold, an east wind has a kind of knock back effect, and a southern wind makes it burning hot.”

The man whistled. “Impressively creative,” he told her, drawing a lighthearted giggle from her.

“I thought so,” she said. “They tried yesterday too, and I’m hoping they try again on a south and east wind.”

The man laughed. “Maybe we should summon wind just to see it.”

The woman’s deep blue eyes shone mischievously. “I may have a spell for that,” she said. “Let’s go see if we can find it somewhere in the attic.”